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Aizen and Hiyori

Classic

It was always the ones that you least suspect.

But then, she supposed that she hadn't really suspected anyone at all. There were no suspicious members of the Gotei- all the Captains and their subordinates were good, because wasn't that why they were part of the moral ordinance of the shinigami? Sure, she had seen that Ichimaru kid around, and had thought him a little creepy, but then she had always been a little freaked about just how nice Captain Unohana was, and she definitely wasn't a bad guy.

But Lieutenant Aizen? The geeky one who followed around Shinji?

He had always looked so fucking tame.

And, a century on, when the second betrayal had come to Soul Society, Hiyori could get the confusion of suspects. They had intelligence from the Gotei, mainly due to Yoruichi's skill at infiltration and Kisuke's apparent ability to do anything, and she could get why people were worried about that Kenpachi Zaraki, or Urahara's fucked up replacement. Hell, Ichimaru was still around, as freaky as ever, and the new Kuchiki sounded like an ass too.

She could get why you'd suspect one of them- even though, in the end, most had been innocent.

But Aizen?

He was just so, so fucking mundane.

And really, she hadn't quite accepted him as the bad guy of this piece until the Vizards went to join the war, and saw him standing there in the sky with his nice little troop of followers, all decked up in white and looking damn well pleased with himself. Part of herself had been sure that there must have been something more behind this plan- another bastard hiding in the wings, manipulating his Aizen-puppet.

Because he just didn't make a classic villain, did he?

No one had suspected anything, and that rubbed her up the wrong way.

Sure, they'd all judged the Vizards in seconds, without taking a moment to look at what they really were- and that still pissed her off, even now, when they were all far stronger and more powerful and most of them without regret, only anger. She supposed that was why she had allowed herself to get so enraged so soon- and as she fell through the sky, her body suddenly separated into two pieces, she could not bring herself to wish she had been calmer.

It was his fucking fault.

It always had been.

And as darkness began to shroud her eyes, and the sound of Shinji's yelling began to fade, all that was left in the centre of her sight was Aizen, a vision in victorious white, and the a deep-running assurance that he could not win, he simply could not.

Because all along he had taken them all by surprise, but now they were ready for him. They knew what had to be done, and how to do it, because they could not let him have the ending that he had predicted for himself so long ago.

And it was going to be a fucking painful death for the man who called himself God.