Summary: She was making a deal with the devil as she watched her empire fall apart.

Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach. Also i'm apologizing in advance for the weird paragraph spacing... blame it on Microsoft word lol :X

Par·a·dox: a seemingly absurd or self-contradictory statement or proposition that when investigated or explained may prove to be well founded or true.

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Chapter 5

Thursday. January 5, 2014 8:00pm

"So what exactly is it that I have to do?" questioned Orihime while adjusting the trigger guard on her gun.

Aizen, who was reading emails on his iPhone 6, stopped what he was doing and glanced up at Orihime before smirking.

"Someone's in a hurry I see."

Orihime rolled her eyes.

"I'm just sticking to my part of the deal."

She placed her gun down on the table and shifted in her seat on the couch before continuing,

"Plus, the quicker I get this over with, the faster that I can leave your disgusting sight."

Aizen put his phone down and stared at Orihime, long and hard with a frown placed upon his face. Orihime stared back at the man, watching as his face turned into a big smile and an uproar of laughter emerged from his throat.

"I swear, you're so funny Inoue-san, you never cease to amaze me."

Orihime smirked,

"Cut to the shit Aizen. Tell me what I have to do"

Aizen sighed and reached for a sip of his wine. Placing the glass back down on the table, Aizen cleared his throat before continuing,

"Since you insist so much, please follow me."

He rose from his chair and left the room with Orihime following behind. Walking down the hallway, Aizen turned a sharp corner, and entered a metallic room that was filled with computer monitors and hard drives; at least twice the amount that Mizuiro and Yukio had in their lab. Entering the room, Orihime could tell that this was Aizen's computer center. Old ramen containers were overflowing from the several trash cans that were in the corner. Files and paper coated the desks in thick piles. Old coffee mugs sat out on the desks, getting cold from being left out in the open. Turning to the right, Orihime saw the filing cabinets struggling to stay closed, papers overflowing from their drawers. On the floor, more piles of papers were littered about, with books atop the piles. Aizen walked past the mess and continued towards the back of room, stopping at a book shelf.

"Where the hell are we going Aizen?" questioned Orihime, staring at a frozen Aizen.

Ignoring Orihime, Aizen grabbed a book off the shelf before placing it back down, causing the shelf to jerk open to a dark hallway. Aizen stepped inside the passage and continued to proceed down the hallway. Orihime hurried after the man, walking carefully down the dimly lit hallway. Finally catching up to Aizen, they both stopped walking when they reached an iron wrought door. Aizen knocked on it three times before it finally slid open.

Pushing open the door, Aizen walked past the large conference table and towards the front of the room where a large holographic projection screen stood.

"Ulquiorra", called out Aizen, sitting down at the head of the table.

Moments later Ulquiorra scurried into the room, bowing before Aizen.

"Yes Aizen-sama."

Aizen sat in the chair at the front of the room. He gestured for Orihime to sit in one of the chairs at the table.

"What the hell is this place?"

"It's my conference room. It's where my most important meetings are held," said Aizen, turning his head back to Ulquiorra.

"Please open file x15KI354283."

"Hai."

Ulquiorra walked over to one of the MacBook Airs that were open, turning on the screen. With a sudden hum, the computer lit up and Ulquiorra began searching through the files.

Aizen turned back to Orihime.

"Since you're so anxious to know what your task is, I'll make it nice and quick for you."

Aizen glanced back at Ulquiorra and nodded at him, indicating that he could proceed.

"I want you to do a simple task for me."

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Aizen turned back towards the screen,

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"I want you to kill him."

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A picture of a man with spiky orange hair and soft honey eyes stared at Orihime.

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Orihime eyes widened in horror as she stared at the man whose face was on the screen.

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"Ichigo Kurosaki, head of the Kurosaki mob."

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"WHAT?!" screamed Orihime.

"No way in hell am I killing him! I'm not killing a rival mafia boss; that's me running out in the open field asking for war!"

Orihime continued,

"If this is a joke Aizen, then you've got me, but I'm not doing this."

Aizen stood up,

"Inoue-san, please calm down and hear me out", Aizen said while trying to calm Orihime down.

"There's nothing to hear out! I am NOT killing anyone!" snapped Orihime, backing out of the room.

"Drag someone else into your stupid affairs but don't drag me. I'm out."

Orihime walked away from Aizen but was suddenly knocked off of her feet.

She felt an immense pressure on her back and looked up to see Ulquiorra holding her pressed against the floor.

Aizen bent down and stared at Orihime as his eyes grew dark.

"Listen up princess, there's no backing out when making a deal with the devil. Ten seconds ago you were bitching about doing this and now that I've told you, you wanna pussy out?"

Aizen scoffed before telling Ulquiorra to let her go,

"You've gotta be kidding me Orihime. What kind of mob boss are you?"

Aizen walked past Orihime who was still on the ground and headed back towards his chair that was placed in the front of the room.

"Inoue-san I know that we haven't started out on the right turns but just hear me out. Kurosaki Ichigo is one of your prime competitors when it comes to the sale prices of your drugs. He's the primary cause of your decrease in profit intake in exports out of the country. His drug sales have increased tenfold in the past two years, surpassing yours by over 3 million yen." Aizen motioned to Ulquiorra, who pulled up a chart of statistics showing the percentage intake of Orihime's company. "Taking him out would not only decrease your competition in the exportation of drugs, but would help to ensure a gain in profits in your company."

"And how exactly does Ichigo Kurosaki have anything to do with you?" wheezed the girl.

"Ah, I was just getting to that," Aizen paused before proceeding

"Kurosaki Ichigo just so happens to be a common enemy of both of ours. Kurosaki happens to have valuable information that I would like to get my hands on. Taking him out of the game and gaining his resourceful information would help me in ensuring your position as top mob clan."

Orihime was skeptical of the man.

"I... I don't know, Aizen", Orihime murmured doubtfully.

"It's a quick job really. Just kill the Kurosaki head and we go our separate ways. Just follow my instructions and you'll be okay," reassured Aizen.

Aizen sighed,

"For your brother. What would Sora tell you to do? Don't you want to regain status as the number one mob in the world, Orihime?"

Orihime gulped.

"Do it for Sora, do it for the name of the Inoue."

Orihime looked up at the brown eyed man.

For Sora...

For her name…

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"Hai, I understand."

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"Very well."

Aizen smiled before standing up,

"Ulquiorra, why don't you call our dear Espada in for a meeting?"

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Authors Note

Hello everyone. I originally was planning on making this chapter long, but my beta advised me to split it in half, soo the other half should becoming this week. And also WHAT THE HECKK! Our favorite man Aizen wants to wipe out Ichigo and even worse, our precious Orihime agrees to it! Is she crazy? I'm not gunna say anymore before I spoil th story for you guys, but this where shit is starting to get crazy. SOOO if ya enjoyed the chapter, please leave a review for me and keep checking for new updates!

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