AN: Another story idea that won't leave me alone. It features my OC/SI Delkatar Veil from my Rogue Knight stories, Delkatar Veil, reincarnated as Aizen Sosuke at a less than opportunate time. A lot of shenanigans are going to ensure.

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Prologue: Betrayal

=DA=

Fifth Division Barracks

Soul Society

Ichimaru Gin was a patient man, even though there was perhaps one single person in all of Soul Society who might ever believe in such a preposterous idea. He made sure of that after all; he spent more than a century ensuring that everyone would see him as precisely wanted them to see.

In that, Gin succeeded beyond his wildest dreams, otherwise he wouldn't be here, now. For nearly a decade his "Master" had been suffering from nightmares, something that couldn't happen to a more deserving man. If Gin believed in fate, he would have called it karma, especially as of late, when they came closer and closer to showing their true colours… and Aizen's condition worsened. There were times he daydreamed, or at least it appeared so. For months now, Gin bit his time, observed Aizen and wondered if this was some elaborate trick or if he would actually get an opening long before he dared believe it possible.

Then it happened in front of his eyes. Their plan was in motion, Rukia Kuchiki was in custody awaiting her execution, courtesy to some faked orders, a group of Ryoka were busy invading Soul Society led by Aizen's pet project, and most importantly, Sosuke himself just faked his death, leaving his body on display for all to see. Now it was only a matter of time before someone stumbled upon the fake corpse and the next stage of the performance could begin.

There was just a little snag in that plan. While Gin himself was nearby, concealing his presence in order to play his part, he felt Aizen's Reiatsu spike and fluctuate from the direction of the man's office in the Fifth Division Barracks. That certainly wasn't part of the plan. Gin looked at the fake corpse, then his gaze snapped towards the nearby building where Aizen was busy leaking Reiatsu.

Was this a test? Perhaps a trap to see if Gin and Tousen were really loyal? It made sense, yet at the same time, no it didn't. They were almost ready to leave Soul Society behind for good, because with every passing day the odds of something going wrong increased exponentially. For all his power, Aizen couldn't keep everyone under his illusions indefinitely and sooner or later that would be required if they were to remain.

Then again, this was Aizen, and the damned man loved his mind games. The only thing Gin was sure of is that he was running out of time. He could already sense people stirring, Reiatsu spiking and heading this way. Very soon, someone would stumble upon the "corpse" and unless Aizen cut this nonsense off, they would be keenly aware that something was wrong beyond the obvious.

Gin cursed and flash-stepped in front of the door leading into Aizen's office. Said door was ajar and he could see the man himself leaning against his desk, looking like a right mess. Aizen was feverish, used one trembling hand to keep himself upright while the other one gripped the side of his face. His glasses laid discarded on the otherwise pristine desk, but that was a mere afterthought. Aizen was shaking, sweat covered his hands and fake, as if he was burning from inside. Gin couldn't help it in that moment even if a part of him screamed that this had to be a trap, because really, what else made sense? He grinned like the snake he was and took a careful step inside.

"Captain Aizen?" Gin asked as if he had no care in the world.

Sosuke didn't answer. He simply continued to shake, lost in his own world… if this was Aizen himself instead of another illusion. This right here? It was too convenient, too easy to be anything but a trap. With that realization, Gin relaxed. Besides, it wasn't like he was crazy to try and attack Aizen of all people, even if he really was dead to the outside world right now. He knew that he would have one single chance to do it right, and in order to be sure of success, two conditions needed to be fulfilled. First, Gin needed to have an excellent reason to be in Bankai while in Aizen's presence, and second, he needed and opening, a distraction, because anything less would mean certain death… if he was lucky.

Nevertheless, this simply wasn't right… Aizen continued to release Reiatsu like a particularly inept or disturbed academy student, while more and more signatures flared up around them until suddenly a scream echoed outside and Gin Flash Stepped away, bidding his time.

=DA=

Hinamori tore her way out of her bed the moment she sensed her Captain's pulsating Reiatsu. She could practically feel his distress growing with every pulse of energy passing through the building and ran out only pausing for an instant to pick up her Zanpakuto. Within moments she was in the courtyard, holding Tobiume's hilt in a death grip. She looked wildly enough, trying to pinpoint the origin of Aizen's Reiatsu when her eyes caught something that her mind initially refused to comprehend. She blinked in confusion at what she saw, while her sight and the reassuring if distressed Reiatsu of her Captain send clashing messages to her mind.

There he was, in front of her… broken, bleeding, hanging from a pillar with a sword stabbed in his chest. Yet, at the same time, his Reiatsu practically drowned the courtyard, so he couldn't be really dead, could he?

Hinamori screamed, awakening everyone who hadn't been awoken by Aizen's Reiatsu. Soon, over a hundred Shinigami gathered in the courtyard and stared at the gruesome sight in confusion. Yet, the Reiatsu pulses didn't cease, giving Hinamori hope that this had to be some cruel joke, Aizen couldn't be dead, right?

=DA=

Aizen's Inner World

He fell on his hands and knees upon scorching coarse sand. This was wrong, this was nothing like his Inner World was supposed to be! Yet, this place was familiar. Very much so in fact. He knew this desert and the half-buried ruins surrounding him. He had dreamed of them, after all, this place often was part of the nightmares that plagued him ever since he began regularly experimenting with his incomplete Hogyoku a decade ago. That however didn't matter much. What the hell happened to his Inner World and why he felt like burning from inside out while at the same time freezing, that was of much greater concern…

Aizen sensed a familiar presence materialize beside him and to his consternation, he barely had the strength left to raise up his head and look at his Zanpakuto spirit.

"Kuoka…" He rasped.

She looked different. The kimono she usually wore was gone, replaced by metal armour that shifted colour to mimic her the desert around them. Despite that, there was no mistaking her with her dark blue skin and solid red eyes.

"You were going to discard me, weren't you, Aizen Sosuke?" Kuoka Suigetsu glared at him with contempt. "I could see you at the end, when you would become one with the Hogyoku. You would declare that you would have outgrown me. That you no longer need me." She snarled, making him wince.

This certainly wasn't how things were supposed to happen.

"What did you do to me?" Aizen wheezed through gritted teeth. He wanted to strike back, or at least take control of the situation, yet his body refused to obey and he couldn't even control his own Reiatsu much less do anything about his current situation.

Under different circumstances, Aizen Sosuke might have been impressed by his rebellious Zanpakuto. Right then and there? He figured out he loathed her like nothing else. His hour of triumph was close. Once he got Urahara's original Hogyoku and merged it with his own, he would be mere steps away from achieving ascension and thus divinity.

Kuoka chose that moment to sneer as if she could read his mind. "You would discard me for something like that? So you could become a mere godling?" She shook her head and her shoulder length black hair fanned out like a halo. "Pathetic."

She grabbed him by the shoulder in an iron grip and dragged him to his feet. "Do you know that there was time all I wanted was to protect you? To aid you in achieving your dreams? Do you know that, Aizen? Do you even care?"

He opened his mouth to speak, seeing an opening to exploit, however before a single syllable could leave his lips, Kuoka let go of his shoulder and grabbed his neck, crushing his throat.

"No, you don't get to speak now." She hissed and raised her right hand. Darkness exploded from her open palm, expanded then shrunk, condensing into Kuoka Suigetsu's Shikai, however this one was different – the blade was midnight black. "You're going to die here and now, so you could be reborn. Goodbye, Aizen." With those parting words, Kuoka slammed the blade into his heart, and he couldn't do anything.

Aizen felt impossibly cold steel part his flesh. He felt cold fire explode within his chest and start burning him from within. Even his mind, his only remaining sanctuary wasn't spared. Something tore within it, an abyss opened that swallowed him whole and he screamed.

=DA=

I remember dying. I remember my flesh igniting, skin and muscles cooking, bones cracking, only for pulses of immense energy to imperfectly heal me up only for the process to repeat itself. I remember the dying screams of a whole world as I consumed Bothawui. I remember sacrificing a woman who not so long ago was my friend and lover, in a desperate attempt to survive my desperate actions. I could remember dying at Bothawui. Yet, I could remember awakening some time later in a med bay.

I could remember an alien Jedi Master whose face was familiar, burst through shattering doors, cut down my guards and jump at me with a burning lightsaber in his hands, determined to drag me with him to hell. I could remember trying to fend him off with what little strength I had remaining, I could remember my Apprentice's Force Ghost manifesting within my mind and trying to protect me.

I remembered barely fending certain death again, yet at the same time, I could remember my grasp on the Force faltering as my brutalized body could no longer sustain channeling any meaningful amount of power.

I remembered the lightsaber plunging in my chest, burning through flesh and bone, vaporizing my heart even as more and more Clones ran into the med bay and shot the Jedi to pieces.

I remember dying with a blade in my heart.

Yet, that's how I awoke lying on burning sand, with my Apprentice's armoured form standing above me and peering at me with hope in her gaze. Her grim expression softened as she stared at me and slowly she beamed at me. A moment alter, she was on her knees beside me, hugging me. That was certainly new.

"Aria?"

"That's no longer my name." She muttered. She wasn't speaking Basic, in fact I wasn't sure what language she spoke, yet I understood her without any trouble. "You're back…" My Apprentice sobbed with face pressed into my shoulder. "There's only us now, only us…"

What the hell just happened?