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He breathed in the surprisingly fresh air, his surprise open for none to see. He hadn't necessarily put much thought to what the atmosphere ought to resemble. He didn't have many plans of setting foot into this section of his inner world. Yet his subconscious seemed to seek an agreeable one none the less.
His gaze set on ahead of him, towards the first of his many monuments. His gaze marvelling as he took in the engraved foreign name at the bottom of the pedestal-like stone structure. The texture hollow-like, yet it was a language he had never seen before. The warper's backfire effecting him even now after his death, filling in things he would've never guessed existed.
His annoyance towards the one controlling and juggling his life, blindfolded, lowering.
One might say he was almost thankful.
He knew, almost instinctively, that without his interference. Without the chaos the other attracted, he would've never even thought to create such a construct. His gaze travelled up towards the near empty top of the structure. The hints of see-through, crystal-like, boots painstakingly forming. Still, he knew he wouldn't get a better chance then this.
Somehow, despite all odds, the boy had managed to convince, via disrespect no less, the residents of Huaco Mundo to give him sanctuary.
And given he didn't need to completely form any of them... Merely set the foundations so to speak. His gaze turned towards the other, rather admittedly long, set of pedestals slowly but surely forming. The one at the other end seemingly the largest one.
The one before him on the other hand, was so much further ahead because it, was linked to the only Espada who seemed incapable of understanding what a loss was-
Oi Aizen! The voice echoed out, taking him by surprise. His face frowning as he felt the veil of Ulquiorra's reiatsu respond to his attempt to reply. And while he could force it...
Aizen, I think we've got a problem!
He blinked again, his eyes closing as they switched over, taking in what the-
Aizen held in the urge to shock the boy, his eyes reopening back into his realm. The boy's apparent issue surrounding the cartoon he was watching with his former, former third espada.
He's not supposed to do that!
Aizen idly took a single step forward, ignoring the voice entirely, the wind blowing through his air, a wistful smile making it's way onto his face as he enjoyed the kind of peace he'd expected decades later then this. He took in the boundless sea of sand before him-
Dofla- The pink guy doesn't- Aizen temporarily muted the boy, intending to undo it as soon as his attention inevitably shifted. Not to mention he quite frankly had bigger things to do than worry about a cartoon.
His gaze went far and wide as he turned away from the forming pedestals. The moonlight washing down on him, his eyes finally locking onto the first of many more. Separated away from the main rulers of the Hollow realm, he quickly flashed stepped to the- His face lighting up in another smile, the emotion seemed incapable of leaving him, as he reached the location.
His Hollow realm, for the moment was an endless sea of sand. The two plots of land allocated were separated by nought but more mounds of sand. Given the inferior hollows- The -Espada and below at that, more then likely couldn't stand to be within proximity of the last brand.
He idly took a few steps around the quickly forming crystal form before him. Unlike the others, it seemed pedestals weren't required. A fact he simply put down to ones reiatsu levels.
Behind him thousands more, much faster then the +Espadas temporary casings, rapidly forming.
He'd at first assumed it to be a fault with his own prowess. Given what he was currently staring at, it seemed the +Espada simply had too much reiatsu.
His eyes momentarily widened as he realised the endless horizons were quickly filling up with more of the same, the crystal structures evidently not as draining as he'd expected.
He pity'd Ulquiorra, truly.
It would've never occurred to him, such a blatant issue in hindsight, and he could hardly not believe it given he was currently using the Bat as a power source.
He couldn't imagine having so much reiatsu he wouldn't notice it getting stolen.
Shaking his head, Aizen turned away, his flash step landing him just outside the main portal. The only entrance linking him to the rest of his inner realm.
Even here, the two worlds required such a separation. Hollow reiatsu in the end was too corrosive for the structures made out of his own.
Yet as he made to step through, another thought filtered it's way inside his head. His amused expression souring the slightest as he turned to stare at the ground. His gaze furrowing as he made to focus at the sight of sand... His irritation piling as his attempt to modify the environment failed.
He held in the urge to sigh, a wistful smile coming out. Unlike Soul Society, it seemed his lack of inert understanding meant he couldn't be rid of it.
Even in his own inner world, one he could manipulate to match his near-every whim, Hueco Mundo's deserts refused to leave him. Despite his distaste for the element, despite his efforts, he couldn't be rid of it.
Almost symbolic really, if not for the underlying tone of what Hueco Mundo truly represented.
Even if the fault for the newer version laid at two idiots with a magic lamp, the fact it was even possible for such a hollow realm to exist... One where reaching the status of a Vasto Lorde was the equivalent of a shinigami gaining a shikai... He couldn't help but wonder what else was possible. Yet he knew the road such thoughts tended to lead to. And given he'd barely lucked out the first time...
With a sigh Aizen turned his attention elsewhere. Particularly the fact that, even though he couldn't manage to, Tier Harribel had somehow turned the endless sea of sand into water. Worse yet, his former third Espada had somehow manifested an underwater city into her own world. A feat he had no hopes of accomplishing any time soon.
He stepped through the swirling portal, his Soul Society appearing within seconds. His office-to-be at that.
One of the few, exact, copies that he hadn't modified in any way.
He rather liked the captain-commander's office the way it currently was.
His smile reappeared within an instant, his eyes locked onto the crystal like sheath nearing completion just behind Yamamoto's empty pedestal. He had no intentions of starting on his casing, not until he figured out what it was he was going to likely be dealing with. For that matter, he hadn't planned on starting on the residents of Seireitei until the other was done.
Hollows, after all, made rather wonderful test subjects.
Still, that didn't mean he couldn't start on those currently unnattended to, particularly the sheath before him. Currently less then a quarter of the way done.
Tokinada's death had been an unexpected, and better yet, free bonus.
He really had to hand it to Ulquiorra. Even if it wasn't truly his own doing.
The Bat had the right idea in bringing the hollows together, in putting all of them under his roof.
The only thing Ulquiorra lacked was ambition.
And Aizen Sosuke had that in spades.
Why settle for one realm? When you can have them all.
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