Hey I don't know it anybody noticed but Aizens name
can be translated to love and enlightenment.
Ai love zen enlightenment
Black on white
Aizen walked though the seemlessly endless hall ways
of his home, Los Nochas. As he walked, he ran his index finger over all the horizontal exposed surfaces. He was, as one might call, a clean freak. He dressed in white and his domain was white. All of his minions dressed in white too, even though each of them had their own personal sence of style. (Yea Aizen was a freak)
A sharp scream came from his chambers. Gimmjow!
Said Espada was out training for the upcoming war. He wanted to be sure he could crush that Kurosaki boy under his thumb.
Aizen never screamed ,or got visably upset, unless it was something truly terrible.
What had he done? He was no where near him. He could not even remember doing anything before he left that would upset, his not so beloved leader.
He swallowed hard and willed his legs to move toward his doom. Blue hair stuck to his already sweat dripping brow, as he stood outside the tall door and tentativly cracked it, to announce his arrival.
All Aizen did was stand there, holding a gently squriming panther cub by its scruff in one hand, and a lint brush in the other
He plopped Pantera into Grimmjows arms, as if to say
I belive this is yours.
Then he directed the him over to his, no longer, white couch
now covered in the black fur of the panther that was sleeping there just moments ago.
I think you know what to do.
Well what do you think