I'm just Joe Black, baby, I write my symphony in the dark

[alapimp]

Who: Aizen alapimp  and Urahara so_heretohelp 
When: Mid-afternoon, close to the end of term.
Where: Hawthorne University, Ancillary Arts Department.
What: Urahara decides to visit his favourite person.
Warnings: IDEK. PG13 just to be safe.

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[so_heretohelp]

Urahara moved quickly through the halls of the University, not giving himself the time to over-think the meeting he was about to instigate. It'd have to happen eventually. Better if he found Aizen first

[alapimp]

He was accustomed to working alongside loud characters, to put it nicely, and let Urahara burst his way inside just short of a frolic without disturbing Sosuke's serene expression. A quick flicker of reiatsu found Benihime secreted in the harmless-looking cane, prompting Sousuke one step closer to believing Urahara would attempt an attack in public. Things like dimensions and fake identities didn't matter between them. Sousuke disliked Kisuke not only on principle, but as a man who might have once acted his jailer, had Central 46 realised just how powerful Aizen-fukutaichou in fact was, and who now attempted the very same capture. In different circumstances, but even so.

He would not allow this man to revel in the capture of someone so far beyond his reach. It was an impossibility in thought, let alone act.

And he hadn't brought Kyouka Suigetsu with him.

"Aa," he agreed. Raising a hand, he gestured to the kanji for Glory, the closest to hand as he stepped away from the sink. "Nutrition. Everything has a learning curve here. To be

[so_heretohelp]

Not missing a beat, as if they'd already been having this conversation, he answered calmly. "Yes, the glory is so much harder to achieve when the mind or body is weak. But, funny thing about Japanese. It's all in how you read it in context~." What context are you in, Aizen? And how are you bending it to your will?

"This one, for example," he continued, pointing out White Soldier. Given what Ishida had told him, he very well knew what it could mean. He consciously didn't shift his relaxed stance, yet became very aware of Benihime in his hand. Aizen didn't have Kyouka Suigetsu with him. Or could there be an illusion to make him think that? A large part of him wanted to bring this man down now, for all he had done and would do. But every instinct called for him to be cautious... so cautious he would be.

"What context did this one come out of?"

[alapimp]

Perhaps the context was trying to wash a few brushes, but Urahara wouldn't be satisfied with anything so menial. God forbid Sousuke spent less than his entire life plotting ways to make the shinigami miserable, despite loathing them and wishing to have nothing to do with a single inhabitant of Seireitei ever again. That had been the point of leaving, after all, to escape their prejudices and implement his plans to move in higher echelons. The highest, in all honesty, because the people of Soul Society were so far beneath his mode of thinking as to not exist.

He gestured to the scroll.

"A bright military, one with no need to cower as it marches forward." He smiles mildly. "Open to interpretation, of course."