Aizen plan (122)

Aizen stood before Uryu, eyes gleaming with amusement.

Wasn't this just perfect? With Uryu there, it was only a matter of time before Sora came to rescue him.

Aizen remembered the look in Sora's eyes back then when he had held Uryu hostage. It looked like a feral animal, willing to burn the whole world down if it meant Uryu wouldn't get hurt.

That look was almost like hers when he had threatened to reveal Ryuken's connection to the Wandenreich to the Seireitei.

She had practically lost it.

A wound near the man's chest began to ache. Like mother, like son—fiercely protective over what they held dear.

So protective, in fact, that they became predictable. In their right state of mind, trying to figure out what they were thinking was dumb—you wouldn't figure that shit out.

Nine times out of ten, it was something that you couldn't even fathom. However, once you got that key, it became easy to predict them—say they only had one goal.

Uryu barely reacted as Starrk handed him over, the strongest Espada rubbing the back of his head lazily.

"I did my part," Starrk muttered, already yawning. "I'm gonna go take a nap."

Aizen chuckled. Typical.

Starrk, though lazy, had surprisingly trained—a lot. Even unlocking a second release state, just like Ulquiorra.

Hm. Food for thought.

As things stood, apart from Starrk, no one else in his army stood a chance against Sora.

Barragan... would get adapted to.

By the time he launched his ability for the second time, Sora would have adapted to launch bullets that didn't age.

Or he'd adapt himself to not age.

Aizen had no fear about Sora gaining Barragan's power. The reason for that was simple—Sora was a Quincy, Barragan was a Hollow. Unlike what he could do with Shinigami, Hollow powers couldn't really be copied by Sora.

Basic Cero maybe, but innate abilities? Those couldn't be copied. Sora might have resistance to Hollow Reiatsu, but that was it. It was only resistance, not immunity.

Uryu's eyes narrowed as he adjusted his glasses. "Sora has probably already noticed my disappearance."

Aizen's smile widened.

"I'm counting on it."

Uryu stiffened slightly. There it was. The confirmation he dreaded.

That look on the man's face—he recognized it. It looked the same as Sora when he was done scheming something truly devious. Like telling Ichigo they would have a sleepover at Orihime's house just to not show up and have Ichigo and Orihime spend some time together.

Even accidentally... allegedly, slipping some condoms in there.

Well, Uryu was in on it... 'cause the prank wasn't directed at him. It was either Ichigo or him, and he chose to keep himself alive.

This world was a cruel world.

"...I'm bait."

Aizen said nothing.

That infuriating, knowing smile was all the answer Uryu got. That goddamn smug-ass smile—he kinda hated it.

"Why go through all this trouble?" he asked, his voice calm but sharp. If he was bait, might as well be useful bait—get some info out of it for when Sora came.

No need to get depressed and dwell on his misfortune. Comparing himself to Sora was something no Quincy should do.

It would shatter whatever pride or ego you had in an instant.

Bastard could use Blut instinctively as a goddamn newborn.

And from what he got from his father...

Sora's powers were being sealed. The reason that, for the whole time he'd been with them, his Reiatsu seemed to be capped at twice a captain's was because, well... it was actually being capped by something.

Though Sora seemed to have, for the most part, destroyed that seal.

Now, onto Aizen.

Aizen didn't answer.

Instead, he turned toward Ulquiorra.

"Take him to his cell."

The Cuarta Espada gave a curt nod, his cold, expressionless eyes barely acknowledging Uryu's presence.

Before he could move, Szayelaporro Granz, the Octava Espada, let out an interested hum.

"A Quincy... quite the rare specimen." He adjusted his glasses, a disturbing grin spreading across his face. "I do hope you'll let me—"

Aizen's voice was soft. Do not trust it.

"If the goods get damaged..."

Szayelaporro froze.

Aizen's eyes gleamed dangerously.

"...I would hate to find a replacement for you."

Szayelaporro swallowed. Understood.

Aizen turned his back on them, already moving toward his throne.

Now, all he had to do was wait.

The moment Sora stepped foot into Hueco Mundo—

His mind shattered.

A vision exploded into his head.

A massive Menos stood before him, its eyes filled with pure hatred.

Then, another figure appeared.

A silhouette.

It slashed down with an enormous blade, carving through the Menos like paper.

The land shattered, twisted, and reshaped—the corpse of the Menos turning into Hueco Mundo itself.

The fuck kind of vision was this? What kind of shenanigans was this?

Sora wasn't schizophrenic. Last he checked, he was mentally insane—he meant sane.

"Sora?" Rukia's voice pulled him back.

Ichigo, Orihime, Chad, and Rukia all stood beside him, looking around at the barren, endless wasteland of Hueco Mundo.

The sky was dark.

The air was thick with malice.

And Sora?

Sora was pissed.

He exhaled.

He swore to whoever was listening, the second he got his hands on Aizen—

I am shoving a 12-inch dildo down his ass.

Like mother... like son.

A/N...batman is good