Chapter 12

"Hn, so where have you hidden it?" Aizen asked.

Rika kept silent. There lied no point in answering. She was leading him towards it. Why?

"There is no use in keeping quiet, my dear. Like I promised, you tell me where it is and your precious taichou gets to live to see another day," Aizen retorted.

Why did it matter anyway? He was coming. He was going to kill them all. The Third Release didn't even match up to half of his powers. It was such a slim chance, and with his sword, they had no hope of survival.

Rika kept on walking, pondering on her thoughts, not listening to Aizen anymore. In the past, she had refused him to take him to his sword. Hitsugaya had come to save her. Aizen won, but still with no clue on where the sword lied, he had decided to attack another day. He hadn't come either. But now that she had changed something, what would happen? Would it become even worse than before? She began to loose her focus as she became more acutely aware of Aizen's sword directly behind her back.

She led him towards the long hallway, and Aizen noticed that she was leading him to Yamamoto's office. He began to smile. So that was where that old fool had been keeping the sword, and all this time, he hadn't realized. He had no reason to believe that Rika was tricking him. After all, he knew much more that she realized.

"Ahh, here we are? I'm correct I presume?" he said in his sure tone of his.

Rika weakly nodded. She balled up her hands, her heart racing with fear. He was already so powerful, but with the sword… What would happen?

Rika took a deep breath to steady herself as Aizen waited for her to open to door. She lifted her hand, giving to door a small push. Unguarded, with Yamamoto in the war himself, the door opened with ease.

She consciously looked around. She had never dared to come in here before… it was, with no words, forbidden.

The room was dark, the shades having been pulled in. The darkness consumed Yamamoto's desk and chair, which sat neatly at the back of his office, also being the only thing there.

Hanging on top of the desk was what Aizen was looking for. His grin grew bigger… it was what he had been looking for. He had found it.

The scabbard of the sword was pitch black. Light from the slight opening of the door reflected off the sheath, making it look as if it was shining. Also visible was the dark handle, the same black as the scabbard. The only thing marking them apart was the white, circular cross-guard. Around the cross-guard were spikes. Ouch.

Rika was breathless. The sword may have killed thousands, but it was beautiful… in a different way.

Aizen was in the same trance as well, the grin on his face wolfish. "Amazing," he said.

He stepped forward, soon reaching the sword. His hand stretched out, reaching for the sword, and then gripped it firmly.

Hitsugaya and Ichigo, both at the same time, noticed Rika was missing. Both turned in surprise, then, at each other. "Rika!" they said simultaneously.

"Damn! I should have kept closer watch! Wait, where's Aizen?" Hitsugaya yelled.

"NO!" Ichigo cried, yelling out, anger gripping him.

Heya, sorry for not updating for like two weeks was it? Sorry! . My computer broke down for a couple of days.. so, yeah…

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Oh, and sorry that the chapter was short…. I'll make a really long next chapter… hopefully.