"What do you want?" asks Fury before raising a brow. "And what type of information are you able to give us?"

He nods to Aizen and the older shinigami takes out a USB from his sleeve. "We've got some confirmed names from the organization we previously talked about."

Fury's gaze, previously on him, moves to glance at the USB."Is there veritable proof of it?"

He nods.

"What do you want?"

He looks at the other shinigami and Aizen's the one to talk this time. "I want a couple of parts and devices."

Souma nods with a tilted head and arms crossed. "It's not that long of a list."

"And may I know what they're for?"

"Nothing you or your team will understand. It's for the dead's technology, after all."

A frown. "Will you work with souls, then?"

Aizen chuckles lightly. "More like spiritual energy. We are soul reapers. What we hold above else is the sanctity of a soul."

Souma's face is stoic, but he can help but complain in his heart about how double-faced this man is. Going on by the quick glance Aizen gives him, he must have noticed it from his soul resonance or something.

He doesn't care, as Aizen told him: It was good that he had that display of anger as that helped cement the idea that they will protect souls and would not want something bad done to them.

Geez. Glad his outburst helped on something.

"Now, what do you think?" Aizen says with a smile that looks pure and good and not at all fake. He would have fallen for it if not for knowing better.

There's silence before Fury says gruffly, "Give me the list of items you want and we can see if it's doable."

Aizen looks at him, looking to the others as if he is the one in control, before nodding towards Fury.

"Of course," he says and gives him another USB.

Souma is then the one who smiles and says, "Let's meet tomorrow once again, here."

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"What did you find out, Phone-Rick?" Aizen asks once they are on their base. Yukishima is near and both are working on a Hot spring with the same qualities as Urahara's one.

"Already told you to not call me that, schemer. My name's P-Rick, Pea-Rick!" he shouts and luckily it doesn't echo.

Souma rubs his eyes. "P-Rick, can you answer, please?"

"Yeah, yeah." He burps. "Well, they were in contact with Hill, but other than her, they were clean. And paranoid as Hell, too. That conversation was more encrypted than the Pentagon."

He smiles. "Luckily, we've got you, P-Rick."

"Hell yeah, fruitcake! I'm awesome and we know it!"

Rolling his eyes, he turns to see the other men working. "And what are they doing at the moment?"

"Going on by what I can hear, they're asking some scientists about what can one create with all the shit we gave them." He snorts. "They're running like headless chickens. It's fucking funny."

Souma sighs. "Keep us updated."

And P-Rick does exactly that. Sharing every minute detail about their investigations and how they only have a couple of their most loyal scientists analyze the information they gave SHIELD.

Most of it goes over his head, but going on by the quiet chuckles and small smiles that sometimes the older shinigami do, it must be funny.

He decides to just leave the work to them and go to sleep. Of course not before letting them know the shifts he made P-Rick create for them all to sleep. After all, he's the only one who needs less sleep of them, as he still has a body that does it for him whenever he exits it. He needs it, true, but far less than the others.

Besides P-Rick, of course.

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The next day, when he wakes up, he prepares lunch for himself and for the others, too. Aizen taught him how to add reishi to the food so it would be more nutritious for souls while they were waiting for his headache to lessen the other day.

He's got to admit that he's an excellent teacher. He's easy to understand and patient enough to answer all his questions. And even when there were things he didn't know, as it was about soul-food we were talking about and he only knew some of its theory, he quickly admitted it and received no reproach for it.

It was a wonderful change from the high school environment.

P-Rick also was there listening, curious about it. Though when they began delving into a more scientific approach, he had to try harder to understand. Which he could! Somehow, and only because the topic was about food.

Apparently, at the beginning of the Soul Society, there was little food because all of it had to be 'blessed' by the living. As in, the living humans had to serve the food and put it in front of their graves, bless it so it could travel to Soul Society, and then it gained enough reishi for the souls to grow stronger.

Aizen explained that to be the reason the Asian Branch of the Soul Society was more abundant and developed than the other regions, as Asians had the habit of offering food to the dead, and it strengthened them in consequence.

Currently, thanks to the twelfth division and Kirio Hikifune, there is a way to create food or inject human food with reishi and make it edible to souls.

Here, more food meant more powerful souls. And more powerful souls meant also hunger, which made food more important.

It was all quite interesting actually, or so he thinks as he finishes doing the bento for the guys. Now, he will quickly leave it in his room for them to take when they've finished with whatever project they are currently doing. After all, he still needs to go to school, and he's already late enough, as he has to wait for his parents to leave before cooking.

Anyway.

He just hopes he makes it tastier enough.

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