I would have never guessed this would have ended this way. I thought the people would help me escape, not become my new captors. I sat in a small cell in the soul society with my hands trapped in a box thing. I would have probably easily been able to escape the situation but then again, where would I go? Growing up all I ever knew was my father. I had no other family, and no friends besides the people I met in the world of the living. They probably do not trust me by now, and either way I cannot go to them.

I wonder what Shinji thinks of me now… His expression when he saw me after the whole escapade probably matched how mines looked when I saw him hollowfied. Why do I even care what he thinks now?

Probably because hes the only other person I ever seemed to care about besides my father.

Where is daddy dearest anyway? Is he dead? Part of me hopes he is, but with my luck it can be doubtful. He either escaped or somehow the soul reapers managed to capture him. If so that is impressive.

I stood up from my seat on the middle of the floor and began to pace back and forth trying to think of anything else…

Did I turn the stove off at my house? Yes. Closed the windows and locked the door? Yes… I think.

Nature is so beautiful and peaceful… I wish I could see some flowers or something now.

I walked over toward the small barred window and gazed outside. Soul society is actually a beautiful place…

After a few minutes I backed away from the window and sat down on the floor. What am I supposed to do now? Why has nobody come in to talk to me? I groaned as I looked around the little room. There was a small bed, table and chair in the corner but I did not feel like sitting on them.

I lied back on the floor and stared at the stone gray ceiling until I heard a door opened. I quickly sat up and looked over and my eyes widened. Walking over to the bars of the cell was Shinji with an expressionless look.

"Sh-shinji-" I began but before I could get another word out he took a book out of bag he was holding. I looked at the book confused before I realized what it was, it was the stupid journal I bought to write my "life" into.

"What is this about" he asked as he tossed the book through the bars. The book opened as it fell to the floor with a thud that echoed through the silent room.

"I-" I began but I could not say anything else. I did not know how to explain to him everything. Should I just say that I erased my own memory, and created a new fictional life to get away from my sociopathic father?

When I was not responding Shinji continued, "is that even your name? Who are you? What is your connection with Aizen?" As he asked the questions his expression changed, his emotions began to seep through.

"Shinji" I said standing up and walking toward him slowly, "I- I do not know how to explain."

"It is not that hard, just talk and I will listen" Shinji stated, "that is how this stuff usually goes on." I felt tears of frustration appeared in my eyes as I tried to form a response. He will probably think I am crazy, but it is better than not saying anything at all.

I wiped the tear the tears away and muttered, "I erased my own memory… Aizen is my-"

"You erased your own memory?" Shinji asked looking at me in disbelief.

I nodded my head, "wouldn't you if your father was Aizen?" As soon as the words flew out of my mouth all the colour drained from Shinji's face. He backed away from me like he saw a ghost. "Shinji?" I asked. Before I could say anything else he ran out the room.


***Shinji's POV***

Why? Why must I have horrible luck? The one thing I wanted, the one thing I prayed for. Why could there be no blood bond between the duo? Why did Aizen have to be her father? Why did she have to be his daughter?

OUT OF EVERYONE IN THE UNIVERSE! WHY MUST I FALL IN LOVE WITH HIS DAUGHTER?!


A/N- Like usual… sorry for the delay and short chapter *sits in the corner and cries* I finally got my laptop replaced! It was broken forever!... Thanks for the review Monkey D. Writer and I am sorry :'(

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