How Aizen Was Really Defeated

Inspired By Tite Kubo's Bleach

The air was cool against my skin, my long brown hair blowing gently in the wind. I slid my gaze calmly across what was once Karakura Town, now nothing but blackness. I won. I finally have the Oken. I smirked and held the giant key out while I held it firmly in my hand, slowly twisting it the way one would to unlock a door.

Almost instantaneously a horizontal white line appeared, gradually stretching until it was large enough for me to walk through. I took my first step forward, hidden anticipation filling me as I neared the end result of all my hard work. After everything, I am finally going to reach my goal.

My leisurely walk to the door was suddenly interrupted when an annoyingly familiar voice broke through my thoughts, "It's the Creepy Librarian! Wow! I haven't seen you in forever! Do you have any candy?"

I turned to see a pink haired little girl grinning wildly at me. I stared blankly at her, wondering simply: How did she get here? When did she get here? How did I not notice her until now?

Taking a deep breath I summoned all the patience I had and spoke, "It's nice to see you again, Lieutenant Yachiru, but perhaps we could talk later? I'm busy right now."

Still grinning she acted like I didn't even say anything, "Do you have candy? If you do I want all of it! No holding back!" she paused, her fist hitting her palm in realization as she stared at my face, "Wait a minute! I can't call you the Creepy Librarian anymore! You lost your glasses and now you don't look like a librarian! I need a new name for you now," she pouted before beaming at me again, "I know what I can call you! Girly Hair Man!"

My eyebrow twitched in anger and I took several deep breaths this time, using all of my self-restraint to keep from killing her, "Please refrain from calling me that, Lieutenant Yachiru. Now if you'll excuse me, I must take my leave."

"Wait!" her command made me pause mid-turn to look at her curiously as she shuffled through her outfit before brandishing a small pair of scissors triumphantly, "Ah ha! This is perfect!"

I blinked in confusion, only to open my eyes to find her in front of me. I took a step back in surprise, but before I could move any further away from her her hand carrying the scissors darted out and a single snip was heard. I watching in horror as the curl of brown hair blowing in front of my face fell to the ground, no longer attached to my head. Yachiru had cut it off.

My eyes locked on her obliviously happy form, "H… how did you… how did you know my weakness? My… only weakness!" I wailed loudly, making her tilt her head quizzically as she waved the scissors carelessly in the air, "My power… I can feel it… fading!" I fell to my knees as weakness surged through me. One hand on the black ground supporting me and one fist in the air, my head thrown back, I yelled to the sky, "Nooooooo!"

I abruptly sat up in the bed, cold sweat running down my back. My eyes darted around the blank white wall of Las Nochas. I'm still in Hueco Mundo? Does that mean it was all a dream? I sighed in relief, though I still had a nagging feeling that something was wrong.

The sound of a door opening made me turn my head. At the door was one of the many weaker arrancars that inhabited Las Nochas looking frightened and fidgety, putting his gaze everywhere but on me.

I kept my expression neutral, "What is it?"

"Um… Lord Aizen… several other arrancars and I felt your spiritual pressure fluctuating and we were worried that something had happened. Is everything alright?"

"Everything is fine." I replied coldly, inwardly annoyed that such a stupid dream had affected my enough to make my spiritual pressure change.

"That's good. I guess I'll be going the-" the arrancar looked up at me for the first time and broke off with a gasp, "L… Lord Aizen!"

I glared at him, "What is it?"

The arrancar stammered helplessly, "Y… you… well… um… Lord Aizen, sir… you might want to take a look at yourself…"

A small frown appearing on my face as he hurriedly left and my nagging feeling growing, I stood from my bed and walked slowly to the closest mirror in the room. I froze in front of the mirror when I saw my reflection. As usual I had short brown hair and brown eyes, but it was missing. The curl of hair in front of my face was gone, the uneven cutting of scissors marking it as a hurried job.

Eye twitching and fist clenching I roared, "GIN!"

A silver haired man with a smirk on his face handed a pink haired man a clump of brown hair happily, "There you go."

"I can't believe you actually did it, Gin." The pink haired man shook his head in disbelief, "You must really want that voodoo doll."

The silver haired man grinned even wider, "Of course I got it, Szael. I always get what I want."

"Gin," the pink haired man turned and began to quickly sew the hair clump to a doll's head. After it was finished he handed it to the silver haired man, jumping when he heard Aizen's yell echo through the corridors of Las Nochas. He watched as the other man walked cheerfully away, swinging the miniature replica of Aizen as he went, and called after him, "you know that Lord Aizen is going to kill you, right?"

The silver haired man glanced over his shoulder as he walked and said simply, "Only if he can catch me."

With that, the silver haired man disappeared.