Aizen eyed the other warily, the boy had been far too quiet for too long. He was sat relaxed on the conjured armchair, an aloof expression on his face as he took the time to think before speaking, before wilfully jumping to the very first idea in his head.
Up until that question, the boy had been throwing one after another regarding his role in his plan.
When he'd asked him for his thoughts (Whether he'd actually listen or not) on the plan overall, he'd gone quiet.
Aizen minutely ignored his floating Zanpakuto, the swirling reiatsu surrounding it slowing down by the second as it slowly flittered out. He barely even noticed the seat he'd taken, almost subconsciously as he waited. His mind already reprocessing the boy's place in everything at-
The boy blinked once before straightening, an amused smile appearing on his face.
Aizen held in the sigh, though he couldn't help the sudden twitch in his expression-
"So, if I got this right, the first step is training the shinigami up?"
Aizen resisted the urge to throttle the idiot in front of him.
"That is, quite literally, the last on the list of priorities," Aizen remarked through grit teeth for the 81st time. "It's not even part of the plan!"
Yet, to his own surprise, the boy simply blinked once before relaxing back against the seat-
"You still plan on going Darth Vader on everyone?" And before he could ask what on earth that meant, the boy quickly sent in the relevantinformation through his link, his mind quickly processing it entirely. It was a rather efficient method for transporting information, if he was honest. Perhaps he ought to create such a connection once everything's been fixed.
He routinely went over what he'd gathered... A prodigious child, labelled The Chosen One, joins the Soul Society equivalent of the fictional world slowly developing his powers, coming across the various obstacles in his path. Then at what Aizen assumed was the end, joins the hollow equivalent- Aizen suppressed the sudden swirl of emotions as his mind reached the moment the chosen one, meant to be his reflection, kneeled before another.
"
An odd reference to label me," He eventually stated, and while certainly offended, he was somewhat curious what the boy was trying to say. While most of it could be applied to him, the ending... "I am sure there must be better references to make, ones without fate intervening-" He found himself interrupted by the sudden flash of reiatsu. From his side, the screen from earlier, having long disappeared suddenly burst out of existence, catching him off-guard for a moment. He minutely turned towards it, his eyes widening at the images before him, his gut twisting as they were firmly imprinted into his mind.
The pale face practically radiating with sorrow, the limbless body floating with no support, and to top it all off, the crystal surrounding, encasing the most powerful being in existence in a glorified cell.
"Still want to be the soul king?" The boy's voice echoed out, though Aizen found his gaze locked on the so called thread that held their world.
"Darth Vader?" Aizen ignored the question as he gave his own, his gaze however didn't budge.
The boy, instead of answering, further unnerving him, simply created two more screens, showing surprising ease, given he'd had a harder time earlier.
Aizen's gaze focused on the right one first, it's visuals quickly coming on as it showed off another of the boy's memories. A scene, showcasing his so called symbol as it fought, presumably the final battle of the fictional story, against his old mentor. Yamamoto? The shinigami considered, his brow furrowed.
He eyed the coming climax of the story, the final attack before the chosen one fullfills his so called destiny of balancing the worlds forces-
Aizen blinked once, the screen closing with a pop, having shown the chosen one's fall. And before he could even turn, his eyes widened at the thought of failing due to pride, the boy sent in another burst of information. Showcasing Darth Vader's future...
Showing the man's rise to a position of power at the cost of his own abilities... Of his self.
The boy having decided he'd had enough time to process it all, nonchalantly started the second screen, Aizen's attention immediately snapping towards it as he watched himself appear- He stiffened at the sight of his appearance. His hand minutely twitching as a grin threatened to cut his face as he eyed his ascended form. As he, for once, didn't complain of the lack of information shown, at the skipped details. Taking in the form in it's entirety, whatever sparse information regarding it coming out. For once simply ignoring every other person beside him.
And yet... His mind quickly turned numb as it finally finished processing the boy's intended message and lo and behold he did not disappoint, as at that very moment Urahara Kisuke appeared in the screen before him.
"I lose?" His voice held no venom, no curiosities as his mind seemed to freeze, his gaze locked onto the screen before him. And though he didn't answer, the boy's silence told him everything.
Funnily enough, he found himself thinking, It wasn't so odd a reference after all...
A sigh quickly drew his attention as his gaze ripped away from the screen, eyeing the amused boy before him.
"You know, you basically end up like the soul king even after losing to Kisuke,"
Aizen twitched instinctively at the confirmation.
"I mean you're practically immortal, so they can't execute you for your crimes, instead-" The boy didn't bother finishing as he quickly opened up another screen, one that filled Aizen with dread at the picture it showed. The picture of him sealed off his reiatsu, missing his Zanpakuto and imprisoned in the Muken.
"This is what you intend to do to Yhwach?" He questioned as his mind connected the the two points, a dangerous gleam appearing in his eye. One that turned the amused expression to a wary one in a matter of seconds.
Then the boy blinked, "To be fair, it's basically his goal aswell," A Cheshire-like grin appeared on the boy's face. "How's it feel to be similar to an axe-crazy sadist?"
"..." He simply turned his attention back towards the screen and ignored him, his reiatsu quickly reopening all the new pieces of memories. Even irritated as he was, he still savoured the affronted look on the boy's face.
"Now that's just cheating!"
"Don't care," Aizen deadpanned as he rewatched every piece of memory play over, his plans shifting rapidly in the process while the other frantically, not to mention in vain, attempted to shut everything down.
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Author Notes: This is all set in the coma!
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