Aizen, Gin

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Bleach still ain't mine.

"Ne, Aizen-taichou?"

"What is it, Gin? And it's not 'taichou' anymore, you know that."

"Yeah, okay. Anyways, ya know tha' whole thing ya can do with yer hands?"

"The one not to be spoken of in mixed company?"

"Nah, nah. Th' other one."

"Oh, when I stopped Renji's and that Ryoka's blades using only a hand and finger, respectively?"

"Yeah, tha'. How d'ya do tha'?"

"Ah, it's quite simple, really. I merely reinforce my hands with a harder reiatsu than that of the attack coming at me."

"But don' it hurt?"

"Hurt? I suppose that someone lesser than myself would find it somewhat painful, yes, but it doesn't hurt."

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"I'll be in my rooms. Please, do not disturb me."

"Yessir!"

Aizen shut the door behind himself, looking down at his hand. Small tears of pain appeared in his eyes. "...Yes, that smarts greatly. I do miss dear Unohana-taichou at times like this."

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"Yer so cool, Aizen-taichou!"

"Yes, I know, Gin."