Genre: Humor
Rating: K
Characters: Aizen, Ichimaru
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach.
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Ichimaru entered the observation room in Las Noches. Quite unsurprisingly, he found Aizen there with his eyes glued to the big screen. It was becoming an increasingly common sight lately.
"Watchin' Ichigo again?" he asked when he saw the redhead sitting in the classroom.
"Yes," the evil mastermind replied.
"We should be recruiting more Arrancar," the fox-like man pointed out.
"This is more important," the brown-haired traitor answered.
"Ye'r turnin' into a coach potato," Gin stated.
"I'm not," Aizen disagreed. "I'm merely monitoring his progress. You know information is key."
"Monitoring 'is progress?" Ichimaru tilted his way. "He'sn't doin' nuthin. He's just sitting in t' class."
"Everything is important, Gin," Aizen explained. "Anything can happen at any moment. Look." Gin turned his eyes to the screen. Occhi-sensei just called on Ichigo and asked him a question about the subject. The Strawberry, having spent previous three nights chasing after minor Hollows, was nearly asleep on his feet and couldn't remember the answer. He spent the next minute stuttering and trying to guess with hilarious results, until Occhi-sensei dismissed him with an F.
"Yer right," the silver-haired man said. "Something did happen." As he said it, Rukia hit Ichigo on the head. He didn't catch what for, but Ichigo's annoyed expression was priceless.
"Indeed," Aizen nodded with a smile. "This is far more interesting that any soap opera." Gin's ever-present grin widened and he settled down next to his leader.
"So d'ya have some popcorn?"