A/N: Hello again. Sorry for the wait but here is the next chapter.

I know its bit long, but I didn't know how to cut it down…sorry….well enjoy and please review^^

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He would be lying if he said he wasn't nervous like hell. He still saw the faces off his classmates when the fukutaichou of Division 5 had appeared and ordered him to follow. Gin had done what he was told but he knew that this wouldn't help to kill the rumors.

Wherever the 5th fukutaichou was leading him it wasn't a pleasant walk. Gin didn't know the name of the young, but still elder shinigami but he got the feeling that he didn't like Gin.

After ten minutes, the fukutaichou stopped suddenly and Gin almost walked into him. They were now in a hallway with many doors. Gin had never been in this part of the academy. Students weren't allowed here

"Go inside!" it was an order. But still. Gin didn´t like the tone in the elder shinigamis voice.

With a small creak the door opened and Gin looked inside.

"Excuse me" he tried not to sound nervous. The room was pretty big and white. The furniture consisted only of a couch, two armchairs and a small table was in the centre. But what really caught his eyes was the person sitting on the couch.

"Oh. Hello there." Aizen greeted him with a kind smile and a raised hand. Now Gin was nervous. What was this? What was Aizen doing? Haven't Gin already told him not to come see him anymore.

"What's the matter?" the fukutaichou hissed "Go inside quickly." Gin had barely sad his foot inside when the door slammed closed behind him.

"Oh" Aizen smiled "Don't worry about that. I've already informed the teacher that you waned to talk to me privately." Gin was confused. The way Aizen was talking to him. It was strange. Gin pressed himself up against the wall.

"Isn't that kinda dirty an´ underhanded?" Gin asked carefully "I mean, abusin´ yer authority like this…"

"Please don't be so upset" Aizen caught him of. His elbows was resting on his knees and his hands was folded under his chin "If I didn't do is this way… you wouldn't have given me the opportunity to apologize toy you. Right?"

"´Pologize?" was Aizen really saying that.

"Well for starters," Aizen continued "let's not leave you standing there. Won't you please have a seat?" Gin hesitated but then went over and sat in the armchair.

"Thank you" Aizen smiled "I'll get right to the point. About that recruitment incident, I was thinking that maybe the way I went about it was all wrong. And I apologize… for assuming you had accepted without confirming first."

"Wha…?"

"Also, I was thinking… how we should best proceed with this situation." Gin wanted to say something. Say that he didn't want to `proceed´ anything. That he just wanted to go back to class and forget all about Aizen.

"But before I get to that." Aizen pulled a package up from nowhere and laid it on the table "Would you mind accepting this… as an apology for all the trouble I put you through?"

What now?

"Ya don't hafta go trough all that trouble."

"Before you say anything. I have something you will definitely like. Look." With one quick move, Aizen had opened the package. Gin froze. He stared with shock in his eyes.

"What do you think?" the smile on Aizen´s face was different. And if Gin had looked at him instead of the gift, he would have seen how Aizen´s face was almost shining with triumph.

But Gin eyes were locked at the gift Aizen had brought him.

"Your new uniform as a shinigami…and the fukukanshou"

"Wha…?" a drop of sweat ran down his cheek. God, his mouth was dry. What was this?

"the shinigami uniform is standard issue. And like the academy uniforms, they only come in one size. So getting one that fits a super lean, lanky frame like yours would be impossible." Aizen´s hand was now lying on the uniform.

"But this was made-to-order. Like the kimono I had wanted to give you before. It had been prepared to fit you quite nicely."

He couldn't breath.

"It's not like I could take your exact measurements, of course, but… relax. I've never been wrong when it comes to measuring with my eyes." The sudden laughter in Aizen´s voice helped Gin to snap out of his trance. He swallowed with difficulty.

"Umm…I thought I told ya that I ain´t enterin´ Division 5." Somehow he felt the strange feeling of loosing control again. "Was there somethin´ ya didn't understand?"

"An´ now yer givin´ me this fukukanshou. Yer obviously…"

"Yes." Again Aizen cut him of "Isn't it exquisite? I had a new one made just for you."

"That ain´t the point. Don't ya already got yerself a fukutaichou? Ain´t he standin right outside yer door?" now Gin understood why the shinigami was so angry at him "If ye´re tellin´ me that this badge is fer me, then doesn't that mean ye´re slightin´ the current fukutaichou?"

Gins voice rose to screaming.

"Are ya tellin´ me that ya don't give a damn about yer second-in-command?"

Aizen smiled and the mask fell. The Aizen who was sitting on the couch was not Aizen. The mask had fallen and now Gin was staring into the eyes of a stranger. The cold eyes and that smile. The smile who made Gin tremble like nothing else.

"That is exactly what I'm saying. It's not just him, though. What I'm saying is that I don't give a damn about anyone but you"

He couldn't breath, he couldn't move. He was sweating, he was shaking.

Finally, after what felt like hours, Gin was finally able to look down. His eyes was open. He couldn't se the point in having them closed. He licked his lips.

"Hold on, dang it. I jus´ dunno…" he still looked down. Afraid to look up and meet Aizen´s gaze "All this, I've got absolutely…no…idea what yer thinkin´…" he tried to say more but his throat was just too dry.

"What I'm thinking?" Gin didn't know if Aizen´s mask was back. He didn't dare look up. "Well, for starters. The thing I'm thinking the most about at this very second is…how to get you out of that…"

Gin almost jumped when the uniform and the fukukanshou landed on his lap.

"…and into this new shinigami uniform so I can see what you look like."

Gin didn't move.

"That dark ebony color will look good on you. It will go well with your silver hair." Aizen stood up and began walking behind the couch "and your fair skin."

Gin heard how every step echoed in the white room.

"Oh yes. Speaking of skin. I just remembered… this morning, I had a dream about you." Aizen was now behind the two armchairs, walking towards Gin. Slowly and with his hand sliding on the top of the chair.

"A dark, wet dream if you will…" Aizen´s voice was cold, dark and dangerous "Here in this very room. You were on the floor."

He got closer to Gin with every step.

"Lying face up, completely naked." Gin felt like he was falling, or maybe drowning. Drowning in Aizen´s words and his voice. His eyes was fixed on the floor.

"Why you were like that in the first place is still a mystery to me, but…" he was now standing right behind Gin.

"Anyway. When I looked at you lying on your back. I saw that there was blood everywhere. Now you're probably wondering where did all the fresh blood come from, right?"

"Well, it had come from your throat." Gin suddenly felt Aizen´s cold hand on the left side of his neck. "Across this very thin neck of yours…was a gasping wound from a sword that had been run right through you gullet." Aizen´s hand was now slowly sliding to the right. Gin was terrified now.

"And that sword…was the Kyouka Suigetsu. My very own zanpakutou." His hand was now around Gin neck. Clenching it lightly "Isn't that something? How embarrassing."

Gin tried to turn his head away but Aizen´s hand didn't allow him.

"Please do not touch me."

"Never mind that…" Aizen was resting his chin against the back of Gin head. He heard him inhale and Gin felt the urgent to puke.

"I want to hear what you think of my dream." Gin tried to swallow.

"Why is it… that yer unable ta understand anythin´ I say?" Aizen´s hand slid back to the left side of Gins neck. And then he pressed his fingers again a small spot.

"Your pulse is racing, you must be bluffing. You should know better by now." Gin knew he was smiling. His sweet voice was back and his face properly hidden by the mask.

"I mean, don't people always say you should talk to others when you have a bad dream? So that…it doesn't become a reality."

Aizen´s hand was slowly sliding to the back of Gin neck. He felt how the small hair under Aizen´s fingertips rose.

"Well, first thing first." Aizen walked to Gin left side, not looking at him but the floor. "You were… apparently put off by my efforts to recruit you into my division. You also said that you had no intention of entering my division." Gin had finally found the strength to move and he looked up at Aizen.

"I have…come to realize all of that was merely due to my shortcomings in communicating and persuading you."

"`Scuse me?" somehow Gin had found his voice. "But that ain´t the problem. Persuasion is the least of… I mean, no matter how many time ya approach me, I ain´t gonna change my mind."

Aizen looked down at Gin.

"Oh…I wonder." He smiled "I guess we won't know until we try then?" with one quick move Aizen pulled a long piece of fabric out of his sleeves. The fabric was white and black at the same times and it seemed to become longer with every second. It started to fly around them like a twister and held them captured. The black and white began to melt together and the room vanished from Gin vision.

It was so dark. Then the light came back and Gin hit the floor with a small thud.

"Ooch!" Gin tried to find balance "What the…? Where'd the chair go all of sudden?"

"No" the long piece of fabric disappeared back into Aizen´s sleeves "the chair has not vanished. We have simply changed our location." He looked down at Gin with a smile.

"Welcome…to Division 5."

TBC