Disclaimer:
Me: Must I?
Grimmjow: beep yes! You beeeeep beep beep!
Me: ... Wow, Aizen was right. You do like your insults.
Grimmjow: beeping shut up.
Me: Nice job on the censoring though, Yachiru!
Yachiru: *grins*
A/N: Okay. I don't own Bleach. Sorry for that bout of weird random third person-ness, but I just love Grimmjow. And Yachiru. She's so... pink. Well, the story format is going to be changing up in the next couple of chapters, with the exception of the next one, so expect a more action oriented style from now on, unless you really love this one. The events of the story hold straight and true with cannon until the end, which changes up a bit and leaves you hanging, because I'm evil like that. Just wanted to let you know. I probably won't be updating until late tomorrow night, and I apologize! Thanks to my reviewers, love you all, and I think I'm going to write a Ulquihime valentine's day special and dedicate it to all of you! Kisses!
5:
Flowers
They call him mad. Heartless, ruthless, cruel. A Black King. His children, the Arrancar, respect him, those ridiculous Shinigami at the Sereitei fear and despise him. Aizen is, if nothing else, perceptive. He knows how hated he is, he knows the ugly names he is called behind his back by even his own subordinates (Grimmjow in particular, seems to have a perchance for the insults). It doesn't deter him in the slightest. Aizen is not insane, he is brilliant. Brilliant enough to defeat and outwit his opponents in every way. He views life as a large game of chess, one might say. Strategy and power is everything. He knows he is heartless, yes. He wants it that way. Having a heart makes you weak, and in this life and death struggle, this ploy of foxes and hounds, predator and prey, the weak are the first to perish.
He looks down at his army, this fierce band of Espada that he has created, and knows that the power he holds is unequaled by any he has ever seen. He understands that he is unbeatable, unstoppable. He is invincible; nothing can touch him. He rules this world with an iron will, rather than hand. Despite Aizen's reputation for being bloodthirsty, he would rather deceive than slaughter, rather manipulate his enemy than crush him. His outer facade is polite and kind, but nothing could be farther from the truth.
White. It is his favorite, oddly enough, and the irony of that simple fact is not lost on him. The symbolism, the chastity it possesses, he has made a mockery of it's innocence by taking it as his own. White. His palace, his clothes, everything around him is this lifeless color. A pure exterior to hide the darkness within. His children, the powerful hollows that owe him their existence, are perhaps the only beings he cares for, though the affection is twisted, and yet he trusts none of them - save perhaps Ulquiorra - for trust does not factor into his ruling. He cannot rely on anyone but himself.
Kings, rulers, dictators, all strive for power; for greatness
He is alone, but not lonely. He has crafted his Heuco Mundo, his Hollow World with a master's hand, but he is apart from it still.
Yet none of them, no matter how strong or wise, have ever been like God
He is the Black King, sitting in his kingdom at the end of his chessboard, confident in his overwhelming power. He lets his pawns carry out his orders, and slowly, his enemies come to him.
In my kingdom, we are like a flowers on a precipice
And before he kills them, he will destroy them completely from the inside. Mental torture is so much more effective than physical pain, after all.
Admired and feared because of our audacity to grow close to the sky
His knights will move through the white pawns of the enemy, weakening and murdering, and Aizen will watch from his throne as they obliterate all who stand in his way.
Yet I will reach out and touch the sky
And then, from the shadows of his kingdom, he will emerge, as King, as Dictator, as Tyrant, as God, and gaze upon the ruins, the carnage that he has orchestrated. He will spread his darkness to every corner of the world.
All will despair.
Yes. I will sit atop the heavens
End
Eh em *cough God-complx the size of Tokyo cough cough* Well, there we are then. I tried to write Aizen as a manipulative you-know-what with a huge ego. He'd a brilliant guy, even though he's so evil I just wanna strangle him sometimes. I think he's a bit loony, if you know what I mean, so I tried to add craziness to his mental rant. Review and I'll give you a map to the leprechaun's gold! Huggles!