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Author Notes: Good news, I've figured out what to do with the Hogyuko. Bad News, Not-A-Aizen hasn't figured out how to get it.

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I am going to do something stupid.

I kept the smile on my face as I eyed the approaching commander, evidently he seemed to be on edge, his gaze seemed to be giving me a look over. An Appraisal of sorts.

Fingers crossed I pass.

I tilted my head forward the moment he stopped walking towards me, earning a stiff nod in return.

"Aizen-" Crap, I wasn't sure if him calling me by my name alone was bad or not... "What is the meaning of this?" He questioned, a single finger raised. Pointed towards the fake corpse nailed to the wall behind him.

I coughed, my eyes momentarily looking over around us, taking in the audience of Shinigami. Searching out through the sea of fodde- Fellow colleagues!

I am pretty sure Aizen's rubbing off on me.

I spotted one or two captains in the background likely keeping a look out.

"Momo-"

"Captain Hitsugaya," The commanders voice froze the ice-wielding captain on his feet. It took a moment before the younger captain nodded stifly before taking a few steps back, his posture straight.

I'd barely even noticed him show up! I am rather glad I'd managed to keep my face passive.

When I turned back towards the commander, intent on saying something. His eyes seemed to narrow the slightest before he gave me another stiff nod.

Did... Did I accidentally agree to something?

"My office will do," He stated passively, the old man reaching a hand out towards me.

"Ah! A moment!" I stated suddenly, earning a raised eyebrow in the process.

Remember when I said I was going to do something stupid?

"I just need to make sure of something first!" I stated quickly as I drew my, still glowing, blade.

The commander, oddly enough seemed to relax a tad the moment he saw the blade. As if it proved something.

Cool.

Now let's see if my blade thinks I am amicable enough to listen to.

I am fairly certain I messed that sentence up somehow.

"Shatter! Kyoka Suigetsu!" The blade hummed for a moment before I felt it. It was slight, almost subtle. But there was definitely a spike. My eyes had automatically snapped to it, the smile still on my face. The spike of reiatsu was familiar. Very familiar. It proved two things. The first was that, given Ichimaru Gin's reaction I am fairly certain that I'd successfully used Aizen's Shikai.

Yup.

I was so going to abuse this.

Once I figured out how the rest of the ability worked. Activating it was one thing, warping perspectives was another.

The second thing was, Aizen definitely did something to his body. What it was, I wasn't sure, but there was something off about it. Hell, I'd managed to recognise a reiatsu spike! Or my body reacted to it? The best way to explain it would be... Imagine if you could feel thousands of different ribbons floating aimlessly at you of varying sizes. A reiatsu spike felt like one of them took steroids. A familiar reiatsu spike felt like that same 'rioded ribbon crashed into your face. And given there was really only one person who cared enough to react the way he did makes it rather obvious.

I've been in this man's body for 3 hours and I already feel like my iq's tripled...

It automatically responded to what I urged it. Either so long as I had a general idea of what it was, or the more likely reason so long as Aizen had himself done it before. Meaning this body was actively making up for the fact I am not it's original owner.

Sure I may have not been allowed any of his memories and secrets, but that didn't mean he'd leave his body defenceless either. Still, it was rather odd that the blade would so readily take me in and listen.

It had to know I wasn't really Aizen. Right?

The effect was immediate, my surroundings whistled as the blades energy filled the clearing of Shinigami. Yamamoto didn't make a single reaction, though the moment the fake body shattered, his back quickly turned on the spot. And as every eye turned towards the now-missing cadaver I found my focus turn hazy for just a moment as a voice, neigh, an answer filtered itself into my head. With the blade's glow itself finally disappearing.

It was honestly the most depressing thing I've ever heard.

It helped tell me something else.

Zanpakutō's probably grew with their wielders.

I am fairly certain that voice belonged to Aizen's one.

You smiled, The childlike voice uttered, almost passively, as if it expected no response.

I turned my gaze back towards the captain commander. I could see Momo, a few feet behind him, someone having likely moved her, trying to sneak a look past him, likely at me. The man himself took a moment to look over the sword currently stabbed into the wall. Before he whispered a few words to his Lieutenant. Before doing the same to the second, much shorter, captain beside him.

When his gaze turned back towards me, plain curiosity, and something else shining out of them. I immediately fixed my posture, somewhat surprised at the action. Though the old man had lowered the heavy pressure from earlier, it hadn't disappeared entirely, if anything it felt... More focused.

I wasn't sure if that was scarier or not.

"I'll explain when we reach your office," I stated, my mood somewhat soured, as clouds of bemusement filled every spectators eyes. Atleast I'd managed to buy myself some time, and effectively put atleast 3 captains under my shikai's effect. And meet said shikai.

Now if I could just manage to keep my mouth shut for the rest of the way-

"I will say this, the Aizen you knew disappeared approximately four hours ago,"

I hate my brain sometimes.

That was when Yamamoto suddenly put his hand on my wrist, a brief wave of dust swirled behind him as he covered the distance in less then a second, and gripped it with enough strength to leave a mark.

"Let's hope this one doesn't disappear as well,"

Dude's got a sense of humour. I can work with that. Though I probably shouldn't call him that.

And with that the two of us, and only the two of us, quickly disappeared from the clearing, before anyone could so much as raise an eyebrow.