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.

XxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxX

Part III

Chapter 2

–Conditions–

Kyoraku raised his hands, almost in a hilarious way to demonstrate his surrender as Akira pointed a blade to his neck.

"Disobeying orders imposed, stealing back a sword, threatening a higher rank official, invading Muken, really… Children those days are scary…" he jested casting a brief glance to Aizen as if to blame him for that. "Akira-kun, you know that pointing your blade to me won't alleviate the sentence given by Central 46, right?"

"One or two more accusations, I couldn't care less…"

His dry tone matched his empty eyes as he stared at the first squad's commander. His resolve was not shaken. Kyoraku wondered when a diligent child like him had become so similar to a criminal.

"I see things are complicated, you're not even calling me a captain anymore… Since when have you become this rebellious, Akira-kun?" he narrowed his eyes slightly in some sort of pity.

"At the same time Soul Society decided I wasn't a Shinigami anymore. I don't care about titles or anything, it's not my obligation…" he declared brusquely "Well, not that you had any consideration for me before, since you've kept an eye on me since I've born, am I right?" a venomous sarcasm polluted his lips.

"You're really going to fight against me with your powers divided? You're still restrained…" the old captain looked at the black straps restraining his powers.

"Ah, this…" he glanced briefly unleashing his reiatsu, the restraints started to rip apart "Imprisoning me inside my house, controlling my powers… Did you think it would help? It was not a wise decision… You only kept me alive because you predicted someday my powers would be needed, that's what you've been doing for ages with anyone who has powers, right? " a brisk smile appeared on his lips, but it vanished right after "I didn't come here to cause any confusion, you see, I was just searching for my sister, also… I imagine given the situation we're in, you'll probably be recruiting anyone who can fight…"

His gaze landed on Aizen for a brief moment, but he averted after a second, concentrating his attention on Kyoraku.

"Let's make a deal… " Akira lowered his blade, for Kyoraku's relaxation.

"C-captain!" one of the servants contested.

"Calm down, let's listen to what he has to ask…" he sighed gesturing a stop for his subordinates.

Surprisingly, the one to begin the dialogue was Aizen, with a seemingly tranquil expression, but his voice was filled with a harmful irony:

"Akira, since when have you started disrespecting people?"

"…" the boy only narrowed his eyes, taking a gaze full of scorn to Aizen, then he averted it. "Captain Kyoraku," he startled the new supreme Commander with de difference of addressing him "I'll make a deal…"

"… Ah, Akira-kun, you're sure a tough child…" he pulled his hat down a bit with a worried glint on eyes

"Akira-chan!" Chieko said in a reprehension tone.

A hand touched her shoulder, impeding her from stepping into the discussion, it was Aizen, he didn't need a word to make her understand she should stay quiet and watch.

"You came here to recur to your last resource, am I right?" Akira pointed to his own father with some disdain "I saw what's happening out there, I'll help, but I have one condition… "

"Ah, here he comes…"

He sighed heavily, those children were a headache, he again, turned his gaze to Aizen, although he wanted to blame their father for their bad tendencies, he knew that he and the other members who were taking care of those children had part on this bad influence…They simply didn't know what to do with them, and one of them ended up going completely astray while the other was starting to step off the road… What a sad destiny…

Akira approached the captain and whispered something. Kyoraku's eyes widened in surprise for a bit, then he patted the boy's shoulder and smiled relaxed.

"Perfect. That's a good deal…" Then… he adjusted his hat giving a darker shadow to his face "Take those two out of here, it's time for the adults to talk…"

He asked one of his subordinates to take the twins out, Akira quietly accepted the decision, but Chieko was nervous.

"C-come with me, please…" the man was extremely insecure and frightened with the girl

"H-huh?" she frowned indignant.

"Chieko, enough. Don't waste their time."

Akira's tone was stern, it remembered his sister of the old times when he still had strength to berate her about her pranks. He stretched his hand and she immediately understood what he wanted almost as if they had communicated by telepathy, handing him the two keys she had stolen.

"Here." He returned the keys to Kyoraku, bowing apologetically. "I'll watch her closely next time…"

Chieko's brows swirled in sadness and she followed him quietly. The man assigned to take them out accompanied the twins with some reluctance, after seeing their frivolous personalities. The moment they left, Kyoraku turned to Aizen who was also watching de departure of the twins.

"Ah, she even stole some keys…" he suspired "Are you happy seeing what they've become when you were here?"

"Should I be elated?" he asked in an ironical tone.

"I guess not…" he adjusted his hat again "Now, let's get to business…" the pink-robed captain started.

"Using anyone who has powers… Akira is sure an intelligent child… Don't you think?" Aizen had some sarcasm on his voice.

"I'd be happier if he wasn't a troublemaker…"

"Well, why did you concede the grace of your presence?"

"Would you happen to be interested on going outside?"

"… Do you mean the Soul Society currently being destroyed by Ywach…?"

"… You're not an easy person to deal with…"

"Neither you are."

"I can see who those two took after, a pity… They'd be cuter if they took after their mom…"

His comment made Aizen narrow slightly the eyes. Kyoraku would have a lot of troubles to surveil that man if he really took him outside.

.

.

.

Outside Muken,

"Akira-chan…" Chieko poked softly her brother with an elbow "What did you say to Captain Kyoraku? What will you do?"

"That's not important…"

In fact, the pact he had just made with Kyoraku was to keep his sister out pf the battle while Akira would promptly lend his powers to Soul Society even not being a Shinigami. Also, he promised to obey them after everything had solved. But he didn't tell that to his sister or she would be distressed and irritated with him.

"Miss…" The man guiding them called "You shall come with me to the area where the wounded are…"

"What?! But, Akira-chan…"

"This is your mission..."

"But…"

On the next minute, Akira used the grip of his sword to hit her neck, and she fainted, the man accompanying them hurriedly picked her before she hit the ground.

"W-what are you doing?!" he asked exasperated.

"Take her out here, the battlefield is not suited for this girl…"

Impressed with the crude, ruthless tone he used, the man disappeared from his sight taking Chieko away.

From the sky strange creatures formed by eyes and black matter started to pour down, contaminating Seireitei. Akira unsheathed his sword apprehensively, just what were those?

He cut them, but they continued to regenerate and persecute him. He was chased to the battleground where many other Shinigami also had trouble dealing with those odd monsters. It was when he felt that monstrous, horrific reiatsu.

"Father…?" he mumbled looking back, to the source of those powers.

Aizen was sitting on a stone chair, of course they wouldn't let him free, yet, in a second he destructed the monsters they had been having trouble to kill. It irritated him, but he had to admit his father was strong, he went to the place where everyone was gathered.

They were also troubled fighting against the strange monsters, but when Aizen told them to use their reiatsu, he simply crushed the creatures in a minute, astonishing them. However, it was not finished yet, from the debris left by the destructive battle, a quincy arose, it was Nanana Najahkoop, he immediately attacked the most immobile person and also, the person who was ruining the monsters, Akira was just arriving at the place where his father was, to see with his own eyes if Kyoraku had really took that man outside, but he had a different sight:

"No!" he shouted after watching the attack hitting Aizen, she gritted his teeth turning to the quincy "You…"

The attack was based on finding "holes" on people's reiatsu's and expand them to the point they would die or become incapacitated to fight. Indeed, he should've killed Aizen, but the man didn't even blink or fainted, he only quivered feeling the pain from the blow.

.

.

.

Aizen found himself on a familiar place, it had the smell of nostalgia from his old days. The wooden floor and the entrance to the garden, that place was definitely… His thoughts were broke when he listened to a voice:

"Sousuke."

His eyes widened a bit after listening, it had been a long time since someone had called him like that, he recognized that person and the warm, welcoming tone used. In the middle of the room, there was Yue, she sat on the ground and patted a place in front of her, gesturing for him to come.

"Yue…?" his expression became blank as he stared at the woman.

"Come here…" she gestured nervously. "Hurry."

His mind was in a state of confusion, he was reviving the memories from 33 years ago, when he still was a captain on Soul Society. Why was he remembering that now? Was it a side-effect from the hit he had just received? He sat down and a sweet smile played on Yue's lips.

Many years had passed, but he couldn't forget that day… Why was it still lingering on his memory? It was simply ludicrous that such inutile feelings were attached to that frail piece of recollection.

"You seem enthusiastic about something, Yue-san…"

"Ah, I have some things to tell you, just sit down and listen to me, right?"

He sat down quietly, her smile remained on face, but the traits of her expression changed subtly. Her eyes had a faint sorrowed glint and a serious vibe as she looked at him.

"It's rare to see you being so earnest… Did something happen?" he asked politely.

"No… Nothing has happened but I'm happy to see you're worried about me." She chuckled. "Well, I have many things to say, first about the twins…"

"Did they do something again?" he raised a brow slight curious about the children, they were well-known in the house for causing troubles.

"No, they didn't… But I'd like you to take proper care of them, right? You mustn't be too harsh, they're still children, you need to at least demonstrate you care about them, right? Also…"she held his face with both hands, pressuring and bringing her face closer to look into his eyes "You'd better not lie to them, if you set the example, they'll be liars, if you do that, I swear god I'll come back from death realms to torment your dreams." The last part was a threat.

"I'd love to see you in my dreams." He joked and she let him go.

"I'm serious." She crossed her arms, frowning.

"I'm too."

"Anyway," she sighed "Don't let them go to dangerous place and do not let them do as they please, or they will become spoiled. As for you…" she was interrupted.

"I don't understand why you're giving those orientations, Yue-san…" his serene smile tried to pull out the true intentions behind that conversation.

She sighed and smiled briefly before telling in a calm, aloof manner:

"Well, it's not a secret, you should now at this point…"

His eyes passed by a transformation, they became cold, and his expression froze as his lips closed in a thin line. Soon, that expression faded when Yue suddenly pulled his head smoothly and kissed his forehead softly.

"Lastly, be careful you too…"

His eyes opened and wavered for a brief moment, but he soon recovered his composure after she let him and smiled from a corner to another of her face, as if nothing was bothering her. She had been always like this, she may have told him he was a liar, but she was also one, maybe, that's how they ended up getting along well.

He didn't understand why she had that conversation with him. If it was either her intuition, or only a coincidence, it will remain as a mystery. However, on that day, Yue Mitsuhara lost to her illness.

"To remember of this day in the battlefield… What a tiring experience…" Aizen closed his eyes, and when he opened, there was a completely different scenario on sight.

There were many focus of smoke, his orbs searched thoroughly on the place if the enemy was still standing, in a place, not far from his chair, he identified the quincy Nanana Nahjahkoop and a small silhouette near him.

The scene was clear when the smoke dissipated: the injured Nanana was stomping the head of Akira, who was on the ground. Kyoraku was nowhere to be seen, but he felt the reiatsu of the captain near the portal they were creating to go to Soul King's palace.

"Shit, boy! You're tougher than I expected! But that's what you gain! That must've hurt, your reiatsu is in pieces now!"

The quincy blurted out, stomping on the head of the fallen former-shinigami, until he felt an instantaneous shiver running on his spine and his leg instinctively stopped before pushing more the head of the enemy on the ground. His feet almost was cut off with the sudden burst of reiatsu, he jumped back alarmed with that power and sweated, looking at the source.

"Seriously, that guy is already fine…?" the quincy damned the smiling Aizen who seemed utterly unaffected by his attack, unlike the boy he was almost killing.

"Oh, sorry, did it hit you? I was just testing how long my reiatsu can extend…" his dark, grave tone matched perfectly the calm, menacing smile he had on face.

"Guh…" Akira struggled to raise his head a bit, his vision was blurred, and he almost couldn't see his father or even the enemy distant from him. "You… What are… doing?" his words came jumbled as a consequence of his mentally instable state.

"Ah, that's disappointing, Akira. The captains from Gotei 13 had high expectations, but you won't be able to fulfill their hopes if you lose here."

"I don't… Want to listen it from you…" he frowned, trying to stand, but his forces failed as he tried. "Guh…"

Regardless of his injuries, his reiatsu continued to pour out, he wasn't able to control it properly even after many years training at the shinigami's academy.

"Hey, I'll finish him soon and after that, I'll finish you!" Najahkoop adverted Aizen and used his abilities to create more openings on Akira's reiatsu.

Akira yelled in pain and his reiatsu was destroyed, contrary to his senses, his fingers were twinging searching for the grip of his sword, and he finally grabbed it again to fight.

"Humph!" Najahkoop stomp on Akira's hand "Are you retarded? You can't win! Look at your body, you're dying soon…"

"Shit, I hate to rely on the others to accomplish a job…" he let out a scuffed laugh.

"Are your ears failing?!" the quincy frowned in vexation "You will-" he raised his feet to stomp on Akira's head

"Fool… Who has said I would be your opponent…?" he stretched his sword towards his father "Shigoku, Tsukuru"

"Time"

A powerful wave of reiatsu flowed from Akira's body to the edge of his blade and it was thrown to Aizen's location. It exploded creating a strange white smoke.

At that time, Kyoraku who on another place, saw the smoke and felt Akira's reiatsu, realizing there was something strange, he immediately left the portal and went to the place, his eyes widened open when he finally got to see the scenario.

The quincy blinked in confusion and a mocking grin formed on his face, gradually, he laughed.

"Have you gone nuts?! You've attacked your own companion, imbecile!"

Kyoraku frowned perplexed, if Akira's bankai second form turned him into a grown man, then… Why did he use it on Aizen? What would be the effects? His mind only understood what Akira had done when the smoke was blew by the air and an insightful view reached his eyes.

Aizen Sousuke was standing, free from the straps binding him to the chair, on top of that, he was using the clothes he wore during his time on Las Noches.

"No… how…?" Kyoraku unsheathed his sword "Akira-kun, you did something terrible…" he adjusted his hat with a wry smile "But I can't complain, since I was the one who brought him to Seireitei…"

Even Aizen seemed fazed, he looked at his own free hands and a quiet, faint smile was born on his lips.

"I see… Breaking time rules doesn't apply only to moving forward… Retroceding time also works… Although it seemed obvious, you did well hiding it, Akira…"

His gaze turned to the confused quincy who sweated profusely, stunned with the peculiar happening.

"Just what did happen?! Weren't you dead?"

Najahkoop shouted angered, but his mouth closed when he felt a strange, eerie aura, he again, jumped back nervously. Why was he a quincy recoiling for a mere Shinigami? Somehow, he felt fear, there was something very wrong with that man, moreover he was on the list of five people that Ywach told to be careful with.

Aizen's gaze turned to his side as he observed a cautious Kyoraku already pointing the blade to him.

"Are you sure it's to me you should be pointing your blade, Kyoraku Shunsui?" his eyes narrowed venomously.

"Ah, sorry, it's only my instinct saying you're more dangerous than that guy over there…" the seriousness wasn't dismissed on his tone as he joked.

"Humph… You also misinterpreted me, what a sad fate…" he sighed heavily.

On the next second, Aizen had vanished. He appeared by the side of the quincy who was stomping on Akira's head as a hobby. Aizen touched the quincy's shoulder firmly.

"Would you please remove your feet from my son's head…?"

Najahkoop had felt fear before, but nothing was compared to this sensation. His blood ran wild as he sensed the panic running on his veins, and his body moved alone, he had gotten far away from the enemy, and he panted like he had ran a long distance.

"Just what… Is that monster?"

Aizen's unchangeable smile was as peaceful as ever, he looked down and picked the sword his son was holding with one hand.

"Akira, I'll be borrowing your sword for a bit…" he told in a calm demeanor and looked at his opponent "Wouldn't you finish me after finishing him?" the former Shinigami provoked the enemy "Or you only had the courage to talk when I was chained?"

"G-guh… Shut up!" he blurted out in annoyance, and prepared to attack.

Before he stroke again, he simply saw a shadow passing by him, it was so fast that he only took notice of what was going on when he saw the blood splashing from his torso. There was a deep, big cut.

"Wha-"

Aizen was behind him. The eyes of the perpetrator of that blow were extremely ruthless, his arrogant tone was expressed all over his face when he looked from above to the enemy falling to his feet.

"Should I stomp on your head too?" he provoked with a sadistic smirk displayed on his lips.

Najahkoop trembled, losing his forces as his blood formed a pool around him. Aizen turned, as if he had lost his interest on the enemy. When he went back to where his son was, Kyoraku had already arrived at the place.

Aizen kneeled and supported Akira's body on his arm, inspecting the injuries. Albeit he was unconscious, his reiatsu kept leaking, it was exhausting his body and delaying the natural process of healing of his deep wounds.

"I understand… As long as his reiatsu keeps flowing, you'll be free… But, we can't let you remain like this…" the captain from the first squad casted a glance over the boy feeling compassion.

"If I continue to use his reaitsu to keep this form, he will die… I'll end up sealed again…"

"Are you saying that's not your intention being sealed again right now?" there was a slight frown on his brows as he pronounced that.

"You all really think very low of me… I'm offended." his smirk was imbued with irony as he closed his eyes to concentrate on something.

He put a hand over his son's body and used a healing Kido. Kyoraku's eyes widened as he watched the awkward scene, he was truly amused with the seemingly gesture of care. Then underneath all that almighty posture he was still a father after all...

After some seconds, Aizen stopped the process even though there were still injuries. He grabbed Akira's collar and threw him to Kyoraku, literally. The captain carefully picked the boy, to not cause more wounds, still impressed.

"Here. If you stop his flux of reiatsu for a while, he will survive."

He stated walking away until he reached the stone chair, sitting on it, as if waiting to be sealed once more.

"Oh… I didn't know you had a fatherly side… Universe is really mysterious…"

"Fatherly side? You misunderstood my actions again… If I had to depend on a child to get free, I'd not be considered a criminal worth of being imprisoned in Muken, right…?"

"You're right, I guess…." Kyoraku pressed a point on Akira's neck, and his flux of reiatsu failed, decreasing significantly.

Smoke popped out from the throne and involved Aizen as the time reversed back to his initial state of prisoner. Kyoraku stared at Akira with some sort of mercy, that boy had really given his all on that fight. He only heard Aizen's voice coming from amidst of the smoke:

"Moreover… Someone would get angry and torment my dreams if I didn't do anything…"

"Someone…?" there was a hint of interest on the womanizer's voice, he pulled his straw hat a bit darkening his eyes and staring to the clear blue sky "I see…"

"Angry woman are scarier than tempests…"

Those were the last words the first squad commander pronounced in a whisper. Not long after. That war ended and without resorting to anyone's help, the criminal Aizen Sousuke escaped.

Chapter 02/END

Ta-dan! What do you think about the chapter?