Have you ever noticed how fate can work wonders? Aizen surely did. A shadow and a sneer passed over his face as the young samurai revealed his secret, though it surely wasn't by will. Blood found its way into the man's hands and the last part of Aizen's plan was complete. The hands on the clock, if you will.

The man turned to arrankar beside him. He truly needed to speak with Ulquiorra but now that had to wait. One cannot miss their opportunity....

The shinigami put a hand on Okita's shoulder. "Are you alright, Okita-kun?" The paused for a moment, but a it was merely another one of his ruses. A pause, a time to consider, to act worried, to act like you cared...

"I think I know of what is wrong, Okita-kun. Do you want me to rid you of that problem?" He smiled yet again.