Insiding Matters [PRP]

[Gin Ichimaru]

The captain took his important things, mainly his haori and his zanpaktou, and left the building, silent footsteps alerting no one he was heading anywhere. It was a routine round, but by an unusual performer. The third captain left his squads residency and headed to exit into the Rukongai. Like a ghost in the morn, he made his way with ease. The rising sun casting an eerie glow on his pin-straight silver hair. His squinted eyes seemingly following the path ahead of him.

It wasn’t long before he reached the residential area of the regular souls. The vast majority of them shied away, it was a rare sight for a soul reaper of captain level to stroll down the streets. His haori billowing out, the fabric snapping. The diamond in plain sight, the three lines a reminder to any who forgot, this was the captain of the third division. He came to a rather old looking building. The wooden walls were patched up quite a bit. But the captain lifted his hand and knocked it on the door.

‘You know we don-‘

The voice stopped as the door slid open a bit. Their eyes wide as the saw the thin captain leaning slightly, a crooked grin spread across his face, hand waving slightly. “You remember me, oh good.” The captain pulled the door open the rest of the way. He stepped inside, the dirty looking man avoiding him. “You remember the deal don’cha?” the man swallowed nervously and nodded.

‘Will … he… be joining you?’

He looked at the man for the first time, dead on. “Of course.” He placed a hand on the wall, he didn’t know how they did it but they had gotten enough sekkiseki to build a building, and then cover it in wood. But it made the perfect location for a meeting that never happened. Sure he couldn’t feel the approach of others, but that’s why they had the few guards around the building. It wasn’t fool proof, and yet it always worked. If it was truly that easy, this wouldn’t be a challenge at all. But then, there was what ever was happening. There had been hollow attacks, but not just at random. No, they were quite organized. That could either be a problem, or a wonderful addition. That was what they would talk about, if this affected the plans, or aided them along.

[Sōsuke Aizen]

Hollow attacks had indeed been everywhere, and the captain of the fifth division certainly knew this and not only did he know this, but just as Gin did, he knew that they had been quite organized and not just by coincidence had they came to this society.

His silent footsteps as well had alerted no one that he was going anywhere, especially here, to District 78. Even he understood the fact that it was an odd place for any captain level to be here, but that's the reason he supposed that they had picked such an unlikely location.

Ahead he could see Gin standing in the doorway of the building, hand on the wall and speaking words unclear to him so far away, to the men that it seems as though he had shocked just by coming there. He supposed he had bothered to tell them that he, Aizen, would be joining them here today.

At last, his footsteps made it to the doorway and with a certain smile or smirk, unable to tell which for most, he raised an empty hand to his glasses and fixated them perfectly upon his nose and over his brown, curved eyes. He had just managed to hear the other specify that he would be coming, and see the others shock once he had done so.

"Indeed I will." But his smirk did not disappear just yet, or smile--whichever it seemingly was to everyone there. Aizen was not oblivious to this being unknown to others, as he was also not oblivious to what it was he and Gin would be concentrating their conversation upon. It was something Aizen had prepared himself for, awaiting the right time for him to make his leave and the only one who knows really everything about his plans was indeed someone he'd known for quite a while.

Gin.

[Gin Ichimaru]

‘Indeed I will.’

The silver haired man turned towards the fifth captain. Had he not been grinning one might have been growing. But he simply nodded, arms folding into his sleeves. “Mornin’ Captain Aizen.” It was odd to hear the cold-hearted man with even a hint of respect in his voice, but it was clear that this was one of the few people he looked up too. The other soul could tell it was already his time to leave. He popped out the door and closed it behind him. The captains gaze followed, before returning to the only person remaining in the room.

“S’pose you’ve heard about these hollow attacks.” His voice seemed to be lacking in the playful tone. There was no way he could make that seem better. “Then again, why wouldn’t you.” With that the tone returned, but it held the eerie feeling that he meant so much more than he was saying. The younger captain had never been easy to read, but the spectacled man had seen straight through him ever since they had met. It had in fact been thanks you him that he likely even held the position he did. But he didn’t act like a stupid puppy, always doing what he was told with out question. He had a mind, and he put it to use.

“Will they be a,” He paused, as if searching for the right word. “Complication?” He lifted his chin slightly, his lips parting slightly, the already wide grin seemingly growing. He made a sweeping motion with his arm, resting his palm on the hilt of Shinsou. “It would be a pleasure to deal with it.” He chuckled slightly before folding his arms again. He frowned a bit, realizing the flaw in his idea. It was starting to sound like he was having a conversation with himself. “But too much attention to early, wouldn’t do us any good.” But the back and forth banter ended, he seemed to turn his attention once more. “But if attentions on me.” He didn’t need to finish.

If every one was focused on the third captain, any other plans could be carried out unnoticed. He slipped his hands into his sleeves, falling silent again. His thoughts idly wandered to the tenth captain, like his zanpaktou, he had a chilled personality. And a lot of that icy blow seemed to be directed at him. It wasn’t easy to trust a face that rarely changed. And the tenths relation with lieutenant Hinamori would have to be severed for this to work. This work would likely be left to the cold-hearted fox of a man. He revelled in playing tricks and twisting the truth. He didn’t mind soiling his image, while Sosuke remained the image of perfection, he was the dead opposite. It was why they were the most unlikely pair. Like the fox and the hound.

[Sōsuke Aizen]

Aizen could hear the respect in his younger colleagues voice. Not technically one of such title, but the man with perfection following his exterior aura could call it such without any small or large problem at all. A smile had naturally caught his lips, one such as a smirk, once the other had told him good morning and of course, he had stepped in, leaving the door behind him. He knew that in just a few short moments, the other would dart out as if afraid, or at least something of that sort. And he did, quite quickly he must admit, and shut it behind him just as so.

Of course he knew of the Hollow attacks, and Gin was correct with his second statement as if he hadn't known with a sarcastic, almost playful tone. At first he thought the other was quite worried of this, but that tone had returned if not but just for the moment. He was in front of him now, arms politely crossed behind his back and his eyes studying Gin's every move, every word. The fifth Captain was one of great observance, if no one ever realized. He knew Gin knew this of him though, that Gin had a mind to put to use and he did so every moment of the day. It was obvious to someone who has known the other for so long, but to others Aizen thought surely they could see this as well.

Aizen allowed the other to speak, seeing the grin spread across his face and eyes remaining shut with silvery bangs dangling just above them, arms folded in a manner he'd always done once wearing such an outfit and he still yet enjoyed seeing him do so. But of course he knew of Gin's thoughts, as if he had been speaking to himself but of course honestly hadn't been. A light, almost silent chuckle escaped Aizen as he lifted his eyes to the darkened ceiling for a short moment before returning them to the sight of someone he'd known for such a long time.

In understanding, the fifth captain nodded in silence for a short moment, as if thinking to himself over everything the fox-like captain had said to him, or himself, or quite possibly both, just moments before this very one. Then spoke with intelligence in hand.

"We will need the attention to be upon someone else, other then me of course because of our, or rather my, plans." He nodded, basic on agreement with the other, "Though I'm not quite sure how this is to work. My plans were set perfect until the Hollow attacks, quite organized, came to our world."

He was different when speaking privately with Gin, the real him was revealed. The one that in future time would reveal his hair to be much more perfected, his glasses gone and his eyes much sharper. He even seemed to hide his appearance and not even Gin had seen the darker, more insistent upon evil side of Aizen when it came to physical appearance.

But he began to think quietly to himself as well upon speaking. Hinamori, Gin was thinking correctly, would have to be done away with as well if not in one way or a certain other. She was always so clingy to Aizen, even having asked if she should come along with him on his way out just minutes ago before his arrival at this building. She was a sweet girl but Aizen was seemingly heartless, uncaring of anyone but a certain person and another in which he would bring with him as well. Not even would he care of his "minions" later on when all came in order.

Simply Gin.

And one other for measure.

[Gin Ichimaru]

‘We will need the attention to be upon someone else, other then me of course because of our, or rather my, plans.’

That much was quite clear, it would draw far too much suspicion of people had their eyes fixed on the fifth. But the third, he was known for doing strange things. Infact it was pretty much accepted that Captain Ichimaru was an odd man. He had been accepted into the thirteen court guard squads at a young age, rising to the rank of lieutenant, and not long after, captain. His name was widely know, and his odd habits even more so.

‘Though I'm not quite sure how this is to work. My plans were set perfect until the Hollow attacks, quite organized, came to our world.’

He nodded his head slightly. “And then there’s the recent dis’pearance of Toshiro.” How amusing, they deemed another soul reaper dead or a traitor. Even the blind could tell the pendulum would swing again, and so it had. But this time another guided its path. He drummed his fingers idly, the fabric rippling with each movement. He and Hitsugaya were alike on some aspects. Both considered child prodigies, and surprisingly both were quite good at hiding their emotions. Sure the tenth had a habit of bursting out, but otherwise he managed to remain calm. Where as the third seemed to have no emotions what so ever. If you could tell what he was thinking, you were either very lucky, or very unlucky.

“Some one’s behind the attacks.” He wasn’t exactly telling him, more stating a fact. “But they ain’t very bright.” His silver bangs fell to the side as he tilted his head slightly. “Nothing subtle about it at all.” Of course the third would notice that, he was the master of stealth. His entire existence was just one big game of ‘Hide and Seek’. But what he hid was never found. “It’s like they want to be killed.” It didn’t add up, it was almost like the one behind it wasn’t thinking about what would happen to them. He drummed his fingers again, if they wanted to die so bad, he would gladly deliver the final blow. But it also wasn’t entirely up to him. He had to consider the laws set down by those before him. And along with those laws, the limitations. If by acting of his own will he crossed over their path, then he could receive the punishment instead. What a pain.

If it where up to him, they would all be dead.

[Sōsuke Aizen]

“And then there’s the recent dis’pearance of Toshiro.”

The other had nodded in agreement with him, but it did not stop him from thinking of the shorter captain just after. It had occurred to even Aizen, an obviously observant man (more-so than most others believe), that Gin and Toshiro were somewhat alike, though not in thinking process or that of personal things. Just the way they are able to hide their emotions, most of the time for Toshiro, without anything of a problem. Aizen himself was able to hide his own personality, his appearance, himself in all honesty, from everyone.

“It’s like they want to be killed.”

Gin had continued, though Aizen's train of thought left that of analyzing Gin and the tenth just before he had even began. Somehow, Aizen became a curious man throughout the words of Gin. He had looked to the side, eyes curiously scanning the darkness of the large room they stood in at the moment.

"Gin," He spoke, light and calm as usual, "Do you know anything of the one controlling these Hollow? Even that of which I may already know." The last was not a question any longer, but instead a statement. He wanted to know everything Gin knew of the other, if anything, even if he himself already knew the facts he is able to tell to him. The reason for wanting this is quite simple; it's only to help his own studies. Just a simple detail could help him in his own plans and even more-so, help him in the capturing or even killing of the one controlling the Hollow's.

Then, his head turned and his eyes watched the others expression.

Since he was leaving, he had not much to worry about. As long as when he went after the other, if his plans subsided to such, he was ready to be gone. He could be punished as Gin was thinking even if he was saving the entire society. Something even he disliked of being one in authority.

Though he definitely was not doing it for the safety of anyone other then himself and the two he would be taking with him.

[Gin Ichimaru]

'Gin,'

Had his eyes been open, he might have blinked. But he simply turned his head back. It was quite difficult to decide if he was even looking at you, but while one could not see his eyes, you could almost feel his icy gaze.

'Do you know anything of the one controlling these Hollow? Even that of which I may already know.'

He found his shoulders lifting a bit in a small shrug. "Not much." Force of habit found him running his fingers through his hair again. "Though I have reason th believe that they ain't alone." Reports of strange hollow like spiritual pressure that quickly disappeared. "Might have taken a liking to your test subjects." It would make sense for some one who could control hollows to take an interest in the ones who now called themselves the masked army.

Folding his arms again he managed to keep a pretty steady expression. "Which means they likely will be after the same prize." His mind kept skipping ahead, laying out possibilities, leading him along a winding path. But one path wasn't quite finished, what exactly would they do with a device such as the hogyoku with out access to vast quantities of hollows? To use it on one person was foolish, and an utter waste. This led him to assume they weren't very bright.

And worse, if through the improper use they had it locked away it could be a serious problem. Perhaps not a large one, but it would be rather inconvenient. But with that his mind once again skipped back, if this person truly functioned the way he had plotted out, then how on earth had they gotten the hogyoko from Kisuke? As much as he disliked the matter, the former captain wasn't weak. Perhaps those 100 years away had turned him weak, but some how he doubted that.

Once the turbulent waters of thoughts settled he glanced at the ceiling. "Such a bleak room ..." His voice was distracted, directed more so at himself than anything. While he could be a genius at times, the captain still spoke what was on his mind. And right now he was noticing how horribly empty the room was.

[Sōsuke Aizen]

And Aizen nearly could, feel that chilling gaze upon his own facial expression. But of course, as he's known the other for so long, it did not bother him.

"Might have taken a liking to your test subjects."

True. Aizen nodded quietly, arms still neatly placed behind his back with on hand holding place on the opposite's wrist. He found it interesting how Gin had found himself lifting one shoulder in a slightly disgruntled shrug. Then his expression returned to a sure one, nice and completely steady as he had folded his arms over his chest.

"This means they likely will be after the same prize."

That was also correct, Aizen decidedly agreed. It did indeed make complete sense, that they were most likely after the same prize. The Hogyoku. The precious item that the Captain, currently, had been under the need for to establish what it was he wanted to create.

But his thought rather did drift to those of what Gin had. What if some sort of inconvenience came to himself or perhaps the other, which wouldn't be bad if it gave Aizen the chance to secretly snatch the worth-while "weapon" from Kisuke instead of the other doing so. What bothered him so much is thought he had plans for it, what did the other have for such? What was he thinking at this very moment..

"Such a bleak room ..."

He had expected as much from Gin, as he was used to such actions from the other captain and at this time, it only amused him greatly.

"Mm.." He chuckle quietly, "..so it is." He raised his head, looking through clean, squared lenses up at the bleak ceiling, and room as well before directing his gaze back to the captain he'd basically raised.

"..How do you suppose the other plans on getting the Hogyoko from Kisuke?" He asked in a softly toned voice, as usual.

[Gin Ichimaru]

'Mm.. ..so it is.'

Sometimes, it was interesting to pretend nothing strange was afoot, and he was nothing more than the third squads odd captain, and Sosuke was nothing more than the peacful fifth. But in the end, even those illusions couldn't fool him. But did he really care? Hardly. Why would any one want to be ordinary when you could have limitless power at your finger tips.

'..How do you suppose the other plans on getting the Hogyoko from Kisuke?'

He sighed a bit, giving his hair a quick flick. "Only way would be a direct attack." He drummed his fingers again, thinking it over. "And he ain't one to go down easy." They would know, they had tried a hundred years ago. But they had succeeded. The only reason he was where he was, was because he took the blame. "He's either a complete idiot ..." Pausing for a moment, thoughts flowing neatly through. "Or he's got a good plan." Though even while speaking, most people would have taken a defensive tone to wards the stranger, invading their territory, but in reality he was just another pawn.

"But what could he want with it." It wasn't exactly a question, more a thought escaping the river. Could it be related to the disappearance of the tenth captain? But why him? What on earth could any one do with the boy? Sure he was considered a genius, and had one of the most powerful ice type zanpakuto, but was that really reason to capture him? "Tsk, what a pain." What ever the reason, they would not hinder the perfect plan that was already set in motion. "Hope he puts up a fight." His twisted grin spread a bit. While he was a tactician, and tended not to soil is blade for small things, he did enjoy a chance to knock the neighboring clocks pendulum off balance.

He shifted a bit, seems like some men had gotten into a tussle outside. He could make out faint yelling through the cracks in the doors. Such a rough group, it was quite disgusting really. They had no reason to fight, they just did because the opportunity presented itself. Bah, he would leave them to their fight. It was no concern of theirs.

[Sōsuke Aizen]

Aizen awaited his answer, noticing how the other for a moment was thinking. If he'd know what it was the other was thinking of, he could have easily agreed with his words. Yes, it was nice to at times pretend they were normal, that he was the gentle, caring fifth captain and that Gin was merely the odd captain of the whole group--but it was even nicer to have limitless and extraordinary powers right at your fingertips. For now no one but the two of them knew of this, knew the most of all of this, but it didn't matter. Aizen knew well that soon enough, all would know of his plans.

Then the other sighed and gave his hair a quick flip with his thin hands. He also drummed his fingers there after, thinking over his words. "Only way would be a direct attack." That was most certaintly true, but that he'd already thought of himself. Of course his questions were those Aizen had observed quite carefully and felt the want to see how it was Gin thought of these questions as well. "And he ain't one to go down easy." Yes, that also was very true. They would know, he agreed in his mind.

"He's either a complete idiot ..." He paused. Aizen lifted his head slightly, curiously. His glasses glinted even in the darkness of the building. "Or he's got a good plan." Obviously Gin had his thoughts intact, as Aizen noticed the tone of the others thoughts were seeping neatly through into his voice, into words.

The captain of the fifth silently nodding, lifting one of his hands to his hair and smiling slowly as he heard the other ask a question, though it just wasn't quite that. It was more of a comment, a side-comment. "But what could he want with it." Yes, what could he want with it. "Tsk, what a pain."

Aizen nodded once more. It was indeed a pain, but even he hadn't a clue what it was this could have to do with. Perhaps the disappearance of the tenth division captain? By why on earth would it have anything to do with him, wouldn't it show any sort of combination, any hints? Who knew. The other was obviously able to put up a good fight, mentally and physically.

"Hope he puts up a fight."

How ironic. Chuckling as those words had met his thoughts, he lowered his hand behind his back along with his opposite arm. The other grinned, and so his chuckle met quite easily with that. It was then he knew he was right in teaching Gin from the beginning, was correct in becoming the boy's mentor when he first arrived and still was now that he was planning to take him with him in a plan to take over, though overly used, the "world".

Then suddenly he heard the tussle outside as well, knowing easily that it was the others fighting that the noise was seeping through the wooden door from. He did not see Gin move from his spot though, only shifted slightly. He doubted the other was uncomfortable, just disgusted at least slightly at how the men outside were obviously grown, mature and yet still fought like barbarians because they had nothing better to do with themselves.

"..Do you wish to stop them?" He asked, smiling mischievously.