Chapter 7: In Over My Head
"Well, well, well. Szayel Aporro. I take it this is your new experiment?"
"Yes, sir."
My face burned with anger when I realized they were talking about me.
But then Aizen turned to address me and I hastily wiped all emotion from it. "Forgive my manners. I am Sousuke Aizen, lord of this palace. You have me to thank for bringing you here and graciously granting you the powers you now possess." He paused, and I realized he was waiting for me to bow to him and introduce myself. Urgh.
I knelt and addressed the floor so I wouldn't have to look at him. I hoped he would think I was overcome by thanks and gratitude. "Thank you, my lord. You are too kind." I paused, then added, "I am just Skye Djokovic."
"Rise, Miss Djokovic." My Serbian last name rolled off his tongue with more ease than it did when I said it. Maybe it's because I'm already third-generation American.
As I raised my eyes to look at him, I realized he'd unsheathed his sword. Crap. I'd already seen it so there was no use looking away.
"This is my sword, Kyouka Suigetsu. Pretty, isn't it?"
Shit…
"It's gorgeous!" I gushed. I didn't have to fully put on an act. Maybe he was doing some magic, but I couldn't deny how it drew me in.
Aizen smirked and resheathed his Zanpakutō. It was like a weight had been lifted. I blinked.
"I will be summoning you later to my court, Miss Djokovic, to formally introduce you to the rest of my army." Damn, why did my name sound so good when he said it? "Though I see that Grimmjow has already gotten well-acquainted with you."
I flushed and glanced sideways at Grimmjow. He didn't look remotely embarrassed at all. He was grinning as if he was proud of himself.
What had I gotten myself into?