Yo everyone, I'm back with chapter 4.

Thanks for all the reviews and positive comeback. It's sooooo gratifying. Thanks again for the ideas concerning the develepoment of the story. You'll see how the situation evolves, and I will explain accordingly of course to explain my view of things. I just can't say to much for the moment. Don't wanna spoil ! RIGHT !

Anyway, Aizen's background in this chapter.

Onto the story.

Enjoy !

Disclaimer : I don't own Bleach

(MUNKEN)

"At last we meet again"

Silence

"What do you mean ?"

"You don't remember me, do you"

Joishiro shock his head, confused

"Doesn't matter right now. I will explain everything to you, just be patient. After all, it's not like we don't have all eternity before us" he said the last few words smirking

Joishiro couldn't help but wonder. Was this the evil man who betrayed the Seireitei a decade ago.

"I know what's going on your mind right now. Worry not, you will have the answers to your questions. But first, let me ask you a question"

Joishiro tilted his head, confused at the turn the conversation was picking, but nodded nontherless.

"Why are you here, before me"

Joishiro was flaggerbasted. He didn't expect such a question.

"Well... b-because..." he stuttered, but then fell silent. 'Why was he here, what had he done to deserve this'.

"Let me answer for you. I can easily guess what happened. You didn't do anything wrong, you were enjoying your life peacefully, well as peacefully as it can get, in Rukongai, those Shinigami approched you, trying to recrute you, but you didn't have their ideals, so they sealed you away. Am I correct ?"

"How ?"

"How. You should know your not the first one, and won't be the last one, unless... things change"

"But why ?"

"Because they saw you as a threat, a man with different ideals, who could back them up if he unlocked his full potential"

"What do you mean ? Which potential ?"

"Forget it for now, I will explain later."

Joe shut his mouth, eager to learn more. It had been a long time since he was so eager to talk to someone.

"But before I continue, tell me you'r storie"

Joishiro nodded and oppened up to this complete stranger, who would be his only companion for the twenty thousend years to come. And so he started. He talked and talked about his life. From when he had appeared in the Rukongai, to him landing in munken. Including everyting between, such as bringing peace to his district, and the betrayal from the shinigami.

Aizen said nothing, just nodding when the life story came to an end, as if he had confirmed what he had already theorized.

Joishiro noticed this of course. And it just confirmed to him that Aizen was an very intelligent man. Now, Joishiro didn't consider himself as stupid, he was actually very intelligent and observant for a young soul, some in the Rukongai even described him as a battle genius, being able to find out his enemy's weaknesses in instants, he also had an amazing growth rate. But he could recognise a true genius when he saw one, and Sosuke Aizen was definitely one of those.

'So he noticed, finally. When he was still alive it would have been impossible to explain it to him, the shinigami were keeping him away from the Rukongai after all. It's safe to explain him my goal and plans now, after all. Who would have thought that he is wise enough to make the right choice.'

"Who would have thought" Aizen muttered under his breath.

Joishiro tilted his head confused by the latest statement from the man in front of him, even if it seemed that it wasn't designed for him, but more likely for Aizen himself.

"Joishiro, let's continue shall we. I wish to explain my goal to you, as well as the life I led that brougth me into this cell"

'That's unexpected. I didn't thought he would oppen up to me like this. But well, if we pass the next twenty thousend years together, I guess it's to be expected. It would be a pain to start of on the wrong foot after all."

"You see young man, I have lived for quiet a long time..."

"Your quiet well preserved for an old geezer" Joishiro interrupted him voicing his thoughts, raising his eyebrows.

"Thanks, but in the future don't interrupt me. I would like to carry on my story and explanation" Aizen replied with a dangerous smile.

Joishiro gulped. Even thought Aizen was strapped to a chair, he didn't want to think what could happen if he got on his bad side.

"H-haii"

"As I was saying, I have lived for quiet a long time and seen a great deal of things... including things that I probably shouldn't have seen according to the Seireitei's standards. You see, I happen to be very curious and to intelligent for my own good, the later explains the former. ..."

Joishiro nodded

"... I grew up in Rukongai. just like you, I have seen all of it's flaws and the ones responsible for it. It was 600 years ago, I was roaming the streats of Rukongai, people were being murdered, raped, beaten everywhere. The Rukongai was in a state near civil war. There was a lot of bloodshed. I grew up in a place the human called heaven but ressembled hell. Where were the shinigami during this time ? Behind their high walls, hiding themselves in Seireitei of course. Then... the hollows came. Hundreds upon hundreds, they were attracted by the bloodshed. The people decided to work together to defeat the hollows. That was the end of the civil war. But the price for pushing the hollows back was high... to high... hundreds of thousends died in the great soul war, as we used to call it.

At the end of the war, the shinigami came out of their bunker like Seireitei. They picked out the survivors that they deemed strong enough to become shinigami and when the sorting was done, they went back with the new recruts to Seireitei. I was one of them. When the shinigami picked me up, I saw a chance, a chance to escape the hell that was Rukongai, a chance to grow stronger, a chance to avenge the Rukongai and to change this rotten world that we live in. I took the chance that presented itself to me. I was sent to the academy, many of the survivors were in awe upon seing the wealth that the Seireitei displayed. I could barely contain my rage. All these wealthy stuck up nobles, shinigami and Seireitei souls, that looked down upon us as if we were nothing more than trash. I hated it, I hated all of it, of them. But I knew better than to let my rage explode and be executed shortly afterwards, before I could even accomplish something. I hid my intelligence, charisma and abilities and put on a mask as the other survivors around me were getting brainwashed into good little dogs of the Seireitei. To the world I was an shinigami accademy student slightly above average who loyally served the shinigami cause. I trained in secret and hided my skills, it was easier to work in the shadows, than in the spotlight. I adopted the attitude of a gentle, carring person, I would be deemed as dangerous if I displayed my sharp mind and wits. You could say that my life as a shinigami was a huge game of hide and seek. But the seeker never found me, until I decided to be caught, but that is for latter in the story.

Anyway, I graduated soon enough and became a part of the fifth division. I kept a low position, I was a seated member, but not a high one. But that was all I needed. I had the perks of being a seated member while remaining in the shadows. Time flew by, I trained , everything came to me easily, and soon enough I was more than a match for most of the captains. Not that they knew, I was training in secret after all. I also experimented, I was trying to find ways to improve myself, and I must admit, I needed to satisfy my curiosity and intellect. When my request to have access to the history section of the Seireitei library was granted, I didn't have a high enough rank before, I looked up for documents speaking of the "soul war". I found none. They had destroyed all the evidence of their total lack of action. It had only been 200 years since the war and nobody seemed to remember. My hate for the shinigami only grew. I still trained, and soon enough I felt hollow. I had always been lonely, from my ideals alone. But now it was power to, I could easily crush the Seireitei, except maybe for the Head captain and the holder of the title of Kenpachi, Retsu Unohana, who would pause a bit more of a problem. My comrads were like bugs that I could easily crush if I wasn't careful. It was then that I realised that I was alone, completely alone. But that didn't stop me. I had to carry on.

One day, I heard someone talk about the Zero division and the Soul King. I decided to investigate, and found some rather interesting documents in an old forbidden section of the archives of the Seireitei. I learned about the Soul King, the royal palace, the Oken, the creation of the worlds... When I discovered that the Soul King, the migty being that held all the worlds together, was living inside a crystal ball, limbs missing, in a near prisonner state...I almost went on a killing spree. He the creator was used by the shinigami. He was feared by them for his power could utterly anihilate them. I knew at that moment that it was the right decision to hide my strength, for who knows what the old fools in central 46 would have done with me, fearing what I could do to them.

When I left the archives, I came up with a plan. I knew what I had to do. It was the only way. My goal was simple. Change the rotten place that was and still is Soul Society. And I knew how to best achieve it. First, I had to gather strength and get stronger as well as build an army, and a network, without the Seireitei having a whim of it. Second, create the Oken and anihilate the Seireitei forces along the way. Third, go to the Royal Palace, kill of the Royal Gard, and release the Soul King of the miserable existence he was forced to live by the Shinigami, by having pitty of the poor lad and finishing him off in a swift motion. Fourth, become the new Soul King, and with my new found authority recreate the worlds into something better, where pain wouldn't exist, were the Rukongai wouldn't exist... That was my plan...

The decades passed, and things were running smoothly. Nobody suspected me. I was gathering a network, had a plan for my army, was experimenting on hollowification, and growing even stronger. At some point I created the perl of destruction, also named hogyoku. It was incomplete, and I knew it, but still, it was a start. Eventually, I would create my army, an army of hollows turned arrancars as I had already planned. But that would have to wait for the last moment. I couldn't allow the Seireitei to find out about my army, which would happen as soon as a shinigami went to Hueco Mundo. It happened rarely, but still, a few times per century.

Anyway, 150 years had passed since the moment I came up with my plan. I had been promoted to Vice-Captain, and my Captain, the newly appointed brat named Hirako Shinji was suspicious of me. It didn't worry me thought, I always coverred my tracks, he wouldnt find anything. It was also at that time that I encountered Urahara kisuke. He surprisingly was the one I respected and despised the most. He was a fellow genius, with a mind maybe even greater than mine. But with such a mind, how could he blindly accept the way Soul Society was ruled. I believe he was a fatalist. But that is across the point. I must thank him thought. For he experimented on hollowification and created an almost complete hogyoku, which I was latter able to complete by fusing it with my own. Going on, I needed test subjects for the hollowification process, my captain Hirako as well as the ones today known as wizards were the test subjects. I was able to retrieve valuable data, as well as banish them along with Kisuke, Yoroichi Shihouin and Tessai.

(AUTHORS NOTE : GO WATCH THE BLEACH ARC : "TURN BACK THE PENDELUM")

Some years latter, I sure enough became the captain of the Fifth Division. I then spent the last hundred years promoting trusted subordinates such as Kaname Tousen and Gin Ichimary to captain rank, creating my army of arrancar in the now rebuilt Las Noches with my completed Hogyoku; but most of all, I accidently created my greatest creation. Ichigo Kurosaki, a transcendant being. All four powers, all four races : Quincy, Shinigami, Hollow, Fullbringer... inside one soul. His creation was a blessing. You see, I was completely alone, misunderstood, transcendant. He, with his incredible potential, would be the one who would make me feel whool again. So, I planned his existence... his entire existence.

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(AUTHORS NOTE : I'm skipping to the final battle with Aizen, because I don't want to explain all of Ichigo's life and what happens in the manga until the battle.)

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And then we fought. A fantastic battle, the boy met my expectations and even surpassed them. He beated me... and at last, I had found someone... I knew he understood me... At last I had found an being who lived on the same plane of existence as I did... At last, I wasn't the only transcendent anymore... I was sealed, but I was content... I wasn't alone anymore. I was sealed in munken after the mock of a trial the Central 46 held. It was ridiculus... a bunch of stuck up noble brats where judjing me. I enjoyed teasing them... it was so simple to get them out of their minds. But every good thing has an end. I was sealed, cause alas for them, they couldn't kill me.

Time passed... 2 years I think. It was near impossible to keep track of time... Anyway, one day I was greated by non other than the Quincy King, Yhwah Bach. He offered me to join his side. I refused, naturally... The war against the Quincy was fun overall, and it was quiet enjoyable to breath some fresh air... but what thrilled me the most... was to meet the boy again. I met him again as we were battling Yhwah, side by side. And I wasn't disapointed... he seemed more open in my regard. I knew he understood me to some extent... even if he was influenced by the shinigami... he was intelligent. The battle ended. The First Quincy was killed, despite his ALMIGHTY. An ability which was even more powerful than my COMPLETE HYPNOSIS I must admit. The war ended... Seireitei was rebuilt... and I was sealed again, without opposing to much resistance... biding my time.

6 years later, the now young adult known as Kurosaki ichigo died... and awoke as a young soul in the 78th district of Rukongai. He named himself Joishiro, not knowing his true name.

The rest... you can figure out yourself I believe".

Joishiro stayed silent

"What... No... no, I-I'-I'm Ku-Kurosaki Ichigo... But then..." he stuttered...

That's it for chapter 4. So yeah, tell me how you liked Aizen's background, I'm quiet satisfied that I mannaged to fit everything I wanted in it, like : Aizen's loneliness, him wanting to change the Soul Society for the better, putting the Soul King out of his misery... And showing how despisable The Seireitei actually is.

Until next time

Sayonnara