Chapter 19
They were gathered here for what seemed like the hundredth time.
Perhaps it was more than that. Time passed rather tediously in this nasty black and white world. Aizen Sousuke smiled at the Arrancars who had gathered and informed them that another brother was being reborn. Of course, not all of his designated "births" had made it.
The hougyoku was only half awake. No matter, because he could spare the other half. He touched the hougyoku and his reiatsu surged toward it. The aura emanating from it made his soul come alive. But like all other times, he felt slightly bored as he watched Wonderweiss Margera come into being. A straggly looking thing too. But powerful.
There was always more opportunity to put power into being here. Soul society, with its outdated ideas and fear of change, had nauseated him to his core.
The creatures of Hueco Mundo hated him. He knew that. He hated them too. There was no use for love when one was superior to them all. Plus, their hatred could turn into great power and strength. Sometimes, even loyalty was born as a result.
As the Arrancars streamed out, he turned to Ulquiorra. "It's time to follow up on that task that we spoke about a month ago." At Ulquiorra's acquiescence, he started to leave the room. Spotting Grimmjow perched up on a high step, sulking like a cat would, he smiled. "Why don't you join them, Grimmjow?"
Still sulking, the Arrancar nodded stiffly at Aizen before he jumped off the step and followed Ulquiorra out.
"Were we ready to proceed? Are there any errands you have for me, Aizen taichou?" Ichimaru Gin stepped out from the shadows, as did Tosen Kaname.
Something was never quite right with Gin. Ever. But he smiled at them too. "Not right now. We have everything prepared for Orihime's arrival and Ichigo's break-in. You both can rest— you must be exhausted from dealing with Arrancars all day." It was insincere, but he had to show them that he cared.
"What about that girl who broke into Seireitei?" It was Kaname's turn to ask a question.
Aizen inwardly sighed. "It is unfortunate that Soul Society discovered our spying this early; one wouldn't guess that they would so quickly adapt to my betrayal. After all, it did take a hundred years and my own confession for them to figure it out. However, as far as we have observed, the girl has killed maybe 2 hollows. If you consider Ichigo, who has taken 16 years to develop, and is still nowhere that I thought he would be, then you'd find that there is no need to worry about that girl," he explained.
He would secretly keep an eye— or rather, a piece of reiatsu on her. If she turned out to be a faster developer than Ichigo, it would make for substantial entertainment. He could twist the plan around then; that always gave him a sense of satisfaction. Blame it on his OCD.
Kaname and Gin, with doubt still in their eyes, bowed in greeting and took their leave. Aizen turned and strode over to his quarters.
How utterly boring, he thought, walking past the windows, to have an eternal night. As if the smell of this place was not disgusting enough. He recited a bakudo spell then, which cast a dome of bright blue sky over the entirety of the palace. They would despise it, all of them. Even Gin, with his sly sky-blue eyes, wouldn't be able to resist a sarcastic comment. Kaname, if he hadn't been blind, might've appreciated the irony of a cheery sky. He would've even derived pleasure from wallowing in pity for the world, for wars fought under such a sky. Self-indulgent.
They would all assume that he was spying on them with bakudo (which he was). That brought him some joy.
Under that sombre crescent moon, Aizen had often felt burdened with his knowledge and thoughts. It irked him how no one questioned, for thousands of years, as to why a figurehead was perched atop a throne in Soul Society, calling itself King. What was this entity? What was its purpose? There had to be more meaning to existence than just following rules. Aizen was fully aware that he possessed tremendous intellect. But so did Urahara, and what did he choose? Soul Society. When they together could have had all the power in all the worlds.
If the Shinigami are so concerned about protecting the balance of souls, then I'll start here, he thought. In Hueco Mundo, where souls and balance literally go to hell. I shall show them what greatness can be achieved with just a little creativity.
He would be the one to deliver existence from mundanity. He would be the one to create a new world in which credit was given where credit was due.
They all hated him; he knew that. He did too, but he was above it all.