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Aizen's Baking [Completed]

Character(s): Aizen and Okita
Content: Aizen decides that he shall heal Okita's deadly illness in a very profitable manner for himself: arrankar making.
Setting: Deep in the basement of Matteus Museum of Art
Time: In the wee early hours of Monday morning
Warnings: Some shanking, hollowness, evil... ya know. That bit.

Lady Luck, thank you yet again. She had given Aizen yet another blessing this day: one that consisted of the naïve, malleable, and of sickness. The sound of woven sandals echoed down the dark hallway. The museum was absolutely massive and therefore the ground beneath it would be equally as large.

Soon enough, however, the long corridor opened up into an extremely large space. With two claps, it was instantly lit. Human technology was amazing, you know.

The light revealed an extremely large room with almost infinite bounds. It was very plain and there was not decoration to it whatsoever. But there was, however, something peculiar in the center of the room: a large, round hole whose bottom could not be seen through the darkness.

Aizen turned from the doorway to a door in the wall a few feet away to the right. He slid it open silently. Within were a few odd items and a switch on the wall. He flipped the switch and the sound of air passing soon was heard in the room. He then took a crimson glove with a skull on it from a shelf and closed the door once again.

The shinigami made his way to Okita while slipping on the glove. “Are you ready to start, Okita-kun?”

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Stepping inside, Okita's eyes narrowed slightly as he surveyed the cavernous room. The light at came on after two simple claps were mildly startling, and he was impressed at that particular bit of technology for a moment.

He watched silently as Aizen removed a red glove from the room to the right even as his gaze kept flickering to the large hole in the center of the room. It was an odd place for a...pit of sorts to be in, and he silently wondered at what the Captain was planning on doing. Was this some sort of rudimentary operation the physicians back in Kyoto was doing?

And why only a glove?

The man had been silent of the procedures of the removal of the disease, and after the first few moments of his acquiescence, the young swordsman had begun to question the wisdom of his consent.

What merit lay in store for this Captain Aizen? While he sensed no ill will from the other man, Okita knew that sometimes appearances could be deceiving. However, the point was, if Aizen was really able to get rid of it for him, Okita Souji had no cause to fear the disease anymore.

More importantly, he would no longer be a burden to the Shinsengumi. Hijikata-san would no longer need to worry about him, despite best efforts on both sides to pretend that tuberculosis was not as bad as it looked.

Nevertheless, he had to ask. "What are you going to do, Aizen-san?"

Aizen looked casually over at the young man but as serious as ever. Of course the boy would have no idea of what Aizen was going. To him this was just an odd procedure for a disease that couldn't be cured. Well... technically, it could... if you were willing to die that is.

With the glove securely on, Aizen continued, "Okita-kun, shinigami technology is an extremely unique kind, so I'll have to ask you to keep a cool head the whole time. There are numerous steps we must take and each one may seem very otherworldly to you. But you must remember this the whole time: nothing bad will happen to you while I am here."

Once thought about, everything Aizen said was true. Souji was sure to know nothing of the technology Urahara had created, nor will he know the functions or qualities of a konpaku. And Aizen surely wouldn't let anything wrong happen, therefore Okita was perfectly safe. ... Well, kind of.

"Now," Aizen put his un-gloved hand on Okita's shoulder. "I will ask you to please remain calm." And with that, Aizen instantly thrust his gloved hand through Okita's skull... at least his bodily one. The soul of Okita, however, was forced out behind him and the body fell limply to the ground but was still connected to the soul with the Chain of Fate.

"Are you alright, Okita-kun?"

Okita barely had time to react to his words when he was suddenly shoved out from his body. His eyes wide with shock as he saw the back of his own head before he tumbled out, startled.

What the...!!!

Forcing his soul out of his body? Okita had to take a moment to digest that, even as he stared down at the strange chain on his chest that linked him to his body.

His body. It sounded so bizarre. Aizen had mentioned that the techniques were otherworldly, and he was beginning to believe it. Why was his soul out of his body? And why was there a chain?

Getting to his feet, Okita stared at him, incredulous. "What's this for, Aizen-san?"

So many questions were whirling through his head, but this time, he trusted the other man; he had no choice. This was all too alien to him, and he struggled to try to understand. Alarm bells were already setting off in his head, but he ignored it. This was all part of the procedure, right?

Tugging at the chain experimentally as he watched his body fall, the Miburo frowned. "And what's this?"

Aizen ignored Okita's first question entirely so he could think. And it was just as he thought. The konpaku both had no problems breathing or moving. This world was truly astounding. It effected the soul in a way that made it even stronger. Though one could not feel reitsu as well here, it was much stronger in everyone. Or rather it was stronger in the beings from other worlds. The blond hair clone-people of Paixao were nothing but moving dolls. At least to Aizen.

"Inga no Kusari..." Aizen began, finally turning to the dislodged soul. "The Chain of Fate. It is a bond that a soul and a body share that keep them intact. That is why you are still connected to your body, Okita-kun. But because of this process that will be done with your body in order to heal you..."

Once again Aizen drew his zanpaktou, slowly and steadily. "...We will have to remove your soul to be sure that nothing can damage it while I mend your body. You will then return when I'm done, though the process may be very long."

The once-captain paused for a moment to examine the blade of his sword, then looked back to Okita. Before anything else could be done or said, Aizen took a full swing to the Chain of Fate, completely severing it.

"Now hurry!" Aizen yelled with the most desperate tone. "Hurry! There is a rope ladder in that hole! Climb down! It'll be the only place in this room your soul will be safe while I mend your body! Hurry!"

Remove my soul to mend my body? Despite his growing alarm that was a direct result from the entirely-too-bizarre experience of seeing his body on the ground, his thoughts were racing. It all made sense, in a way, but why did it seem so...odd?

Before he could properly react to that, before any more answers could be demanded to clarify the situation, he caught the brilliant, almost icy gleam of the sword just before the ex-Captain severed the chain between him and his body.

He'd just cut off the fucking chain of fate!! He didn't know how these things worked, but he knew enough to know that that particular move did not necessarily bode well for him. Unfortunately, he didn't have the precious few seconds that was needed to get to that conclusion, for Aizen had already yelled his instructions.

His tone was of the utmost urgency, and Okita could only obey. He knew nothing of Aizen's world, and was forced to trust him.

Without another word, he entered the large, gaping hole swiftly through the rope ladder, feeling the darkness envelope him entirely. Just what was this place for? A waiting area of some kind??

"Aizen-san, what does this hole accomplish?"

His plans were really excellent, weren't they? Aizen felt a smirk grow behind Okita's back as the boy slipped into the hole. The lack of his questions made his job even easier but that was how he planned it, wasn't it? When you were rushed, there is no time to think... no time to question.

The shinigami looked back at the samurai's body. He will have to dispose of that later. It obviously will no longer be needed. And the gases in the room that Aizen increased were one hundred times as potent as those used in Urahara's 'Shattered Shaft'. It would reduce the process of changing the konpaku into a hollow from 72 hours to a mere hour. More than enough time, really.

Aizen then turned and immediately started to pull the robe ladder up and out of Okita's reach, eliminating any possible escape from the hole... as a konpaku that is. Aizen also, unlike Urahara, did not feel the need to use any sorts of binding spells. A hole that deep and slick would be impossible to climb out, he was sure of that. All the while he was pulling the rope ladder up, Aizen remained completely out of sight and silent.

There would be no more answers for the boy. At least for now.

Something was very wrong.

The moment he touched the bottom of the pit, the ladder was pulled away, and he looked up. The sudden silence of the other man was not at all promising, and he forced himself to evaluate the situation. It was impossible to get back up, and the fact that he had probably been led into a trap--

What was that gnawing sound?

Wide-eyed, the miburo stared down, and was horrified to see the chains eating corroding. What was worse, those chains had teeth. Gnawing, gnawing, eating it's way through him...and he felt every agonizing bite. It was as if they were chewing their way into his soul, and he cried out at the terrible pain. It burned and froze and corroded all at the same time, and it became worse with every second.

Snapping his gaze upwards - he knew that if he had been alive, his pulse would be racing right about now. He had never allowed himself to be in situations like these, and now... - His voice was an agonized, pained howl that rang out from the pit. "Aizen-san!! What's going on?!"

What the hell was happening to him?

Through the horrific pain, he could feel something shifting within him, a sort of...darkness, of coldness, and he shuddered. He tried to climb out, to demand answers, but the walls were too slick for any sort of escape attempt.

Silence.

There was no way out.

"Aizen-san!!!"

The uncertainty melted into fear - something Okita had never really felt before - and anger. He had been so foolish!!

The minutes ticked past, and neither the pain the ominous gnawing sounds did not stop. They advanced, swallowing the chains, shortening it...it was almost as if his lifespan was dissipating before his eyes.

What had Aizen wanted with him? What the hell was he going to do? Please, make the pain stop...

He shouted the man's name once more, his voice bouncing off the walls of the pit. It was almost a scream, as the pain bore through the very fibre of his being. Was he going to die? Souls didn't die, did they? But this....what were these things?!

He yanked at the Chain of Fate in a bid to get the little bastards off, but it was useless.

Useless.

Fighting the suffocating grip of panic and the overwhelming wave of agony that washed over him, Okita fell to his knees; something was coming, creeping up on him like a hellish predator, slowly making itself known...slowly, slowly...

It would take over before Okita Souji would even know what it was. It was advancing now, coming closer, closer even as the minutes spilled away from him.

One last scream, one that would have ripped him apart had he been human...the sheer agony that the little beasts caused was simply too unbearable...

Aizen, you bastard, what the hell are you doing to me?!

The sounds of the boy soon started the fill the empty room. Aizen never had to go this far to create an Arrankar before but one, he was no longer in Hueco Mundo where hollows were plenty, and two, the Espada currently was not around. Hinamori had appeared but her uses were limited. Ulquiorra had also appeared and that was a great asset indeed... but it was just one.

You see, things like these needed to be corrected and that was just what Aizen was doing.

He continued to make his way far from the hole with the ladder now on his shoulder and gathered up the boy's body. Aizen couldn't have a souless body lying around. He put the ladder back in the hidden closet and pressed yet another button. A chute opened beside it and Aizen placed the body inside.

Okita's body silently slipped down into the darkness of the chute to be dealt with another day. The shinigami turned back to the hole where the screams were growing louder.

He unsheathed his Zanpaktou and began heading back towards Okita.

Almost complete. Just a few more steps.

And there it was, the sensation of being rended apart limb from limb growing stronger now. How long was he in this hell-hole? He didn't know; the pain melted the seconds into minutes, rendering him unable to tell time anymore.

What he could tell, though, that it was getting worse. The chain was gone, and it seemed like the critters seemed to have burrowed a hole in his chest, corroding within him and trailing shards of heated torture along with them.

The agony was spiking within him, and the sudden, sharp flare sliced right through him and tore a scream from his lips. The sudden flash of light blinded him as he felt himself shattering into millions of tiny fragments.

Bit by bit by bit...and he had never stopped screaming.

At least he thought he hadn't. The next thing he knew, his human-scream had turned into a bestial roar, a howl that seemed to shake the entire room that he was in. The rage, the pain, it all coiled together, driving away Okita Souji's struggles to regain control.

There was no need for control now. He was something stronger, swifter.

Angrier.

An animalistic snarl spilled from the newly formed Hollow's lips as he regarded his destroyer, sheer, intense hatred burning in his glowing eyes. The ferocious mask of a wolf was formed over Okita's features, deadly tetth fashioned to tear, to kill.

Kill. Kill! KILL!!

His intense, unstoppable rage gripped him, but he didn't scream nor howl, not this time. A hunter had to be silent to kill. Even in his fury, the newly-formed Hollow understood that. The bloodlust was unstoppable, and Okita took it into himself, making it a part of him; a servant, rather than a master.

He would settle for nothing less.

Rushing at Aizen with incredible speed, he could almost taste the joy of the kill, the taste that would alleviate the fury that roared within him; the moment of this man's final death. It was nothing less than what he deserved.

Die!

And there it stood. No longer the disconnected soul of the Okita boy but a full-fledged hollow and one with a very powerful reiatsu. This was no ordinary hollow. It was a hollow born of another world. It was much more powerful than any normally found. It's power could possibly rival a Menos Grande... at least a Gillian.

Aizen continued to smirk has the hollow neared him. There was still no thing to worry about should he actually succeed in attacking... at least for Aizen's sake. What he would have to be careful of was to not kill the hollow instead.

The shinigami raised Kyouka Suigetsu and then suddenly released it... its true power. He had gone into his long winded description of zanpaktou's earlier that night purely for this moment. Kyouka Suigetsu's shikai would not work if it had not been previously released in front of a person.

But the hollow had seen its release and so it could easily be hypnotized. Should it even be aware of the hypnosis there was nothing it could do. That was the power of Kyouka Suigetsu... of Aizen.

And thus the man that appeared before once-Okita was no longer Aizen but whatever person Okita loved and cared for the most. Aizen surely did not know who that was... but it mattered not. It was merely to settle the rage of the monster.

Hijikata-san

Even in the grasp of rage, Okita halted at the sight of the one man - the only man - who could really control him. When the First Troop Captain had been in a murderous frenzy, the sight of Hijikata Toshizou had stopped him from continuing.

And so it was that the Hollow froze in it's tracks. He recognized him. Knew him.

Even the scent Okita had picked up was so much like his....Hijikata was here. But...why?

It didn't matter to him now, did it? The older man's presence soothed him almost immediately; if anything, Hijikata-san would know what the hell's going on, and just like what had gone on in the evil sorceror's mansion, they would get out of this somehow.

Okita was sure of it.

"Hiji...kata-san?" He finally ventured, most of his fury fading into the background for the moment.

Now this was the tricky part, really. The hypnosis, as always, worked like a charm. The boy had believed that Aizen was whatever person was dear to himself the most right on the spot. But now Aizen had keep him convinced.

There was a key to that: show as little personality as possible. Aizen had no idea who this 'Hijikata' was at all. He had no idea why Okita respected or loved this man, just that he did. Normally when one was respected, that person had wisdom and leadership, that was obvious. These two traits were all Aizen really needed to know to act the part.

"Okita-kun," Aizen whispered with the sword held before him. To only himself Aizen sounded normal and looked the same. But to that hollow...

"Okita-kun... please relax. What is this rage for?"

And there it was, the soothing voice Hijikata Toshizou had used in his rarest of moments. As Vice-Commander of the Shinsengumi - also sometimes known as the shadow Commander, thanks to the fact that he practically ran everything in the Shinsengumi - he had to be every inch the devil that the men needed, from making harsh decisions to enforcing them with an almost-brutal firmness.

And yet...

Okita Souji knew that it was only a veneer that he had forced himself to take on. He knew Hijikata since the Shieikan days, and while he had always been a bit of a brute, Okita knew that it had always been a sort of an act.

Now, however...

Hijikata was right. What had he been angry about? He was still for a few moments, the older man's large, intimidating presence had the ability to neutralize the fangs of the wolf, even his own.

But...

Why wasn't he surprised at Okita's drastic change in state? Why hadn't he raised an eyebrow?

Perhaps this was an imposter?

No... Okita's sharpened sense of smell could pick up the scent of tobacco and autumn leaves, the way Hijikata had always smelt...this was him.

The doubt fading away quickly, the hollow simply shook his head, his voice coming out through the mask as a growl. The anger was creeping up behind him, dark and uncomprehending, and Okita didn't know why. Was it the pain? The death? Had he really died? Why was the pain gone?

Who was the one who caused it? Did he remember...?

Ah...yes....

"Aizen..." The name almost enraged him all over again as it spilled from his lips in an almost feral snarl. "He killed me. And I became...this.</i?" He had no idea what his current form was, but it disturbed him enough to be confused, lost, and for some reason, furious.

Now was the time leave behind all traces of Aizen Sosuke. If Okita was to continue believing this lie, he would have to make it decent. Only one person had seem through his hypnosis before and that was not something that would be repeated.

"Okita-kun" Aizen whispered softly, touching the hollow's mask with a firm but gentle touch. "You must believe that you are not dead. If you can think... if you can feel... that means you are still alive. Wouldn't you agree?"

"You would like to be healed, right Okita-kun? You must believe that this is the only way. You won't remain like this forever. Just a little longer. Do you think you can can do it?"

How could he not, when Hijikata-san asked like that? Despite everything that had happened between them, Hijikata Toshizou was the only man who had earned the younger man's unwavering loyalty and trust, and Souji was quite willing to do just about anything for him.

In fact, hadn't he done it before, with the slaying of the Shinsengumi founder and his compatriots?

He could do it again, he knew it.

Just a little longer.... His mind sighed even as he controlled his rage, reining it in tightly; not for anything would he hurt Hijikata, and finally, appeased he nodded. He didn't fully understand what was going on, but Hijikata had said that it would be fine, and that this was the only way, so that had to be it, right?

"Yes," Souji finally nodded.

A gleam shot through Aizen's eyes. There. Now he had him. He had this boy's trust and it was a bond that was now not going to be uneasily broken. Though the wolf-like creature before him was a hollow, it had feelings all the same. It was almost as if it had a heart...

The shinigami then reached within the folds of his shirt to find a small crystalline object. The Hyougoku. The once-captain stared at it momentarily. This was the reason he had so many problems in the Soul Society but now it was in his grasp. It was his power to control.

He sharply looked up at Okita before triggering the Hyougoku. A bright flash resonated throughout the room. It was a blinding white light that lasted a few moments before completely dissipating.

By this time the hypnosis spell had disappeared and Aizen was (seemingly) standing in the room once again. The gem slipped back into its hiding spot and his zanpaktou back into its sheath.

"Welcome to Espada, Oscuro."

Oscuro... Yes, that was his name now. The wolf mask had been broken, and with that, Okita Souji and his memories were entirely gone. In his place stood an arrankar, darkened shadows flaring behind him for a few moments before they disappeared into his body.

His shadow wolves, he knew. He did not know who, or what he had been previously, but the rush of power, the thrill that coursed through him made up for everything. Aizen had given him new life, and this new life belonged to his creator.

Can you hear them howl, Master? Oscuro mused quietly even as the wolves retreated into him.

With a faint smile of pleasure at their obedience, Oscuro knew that it was high time to show some of that to his master.

Paying his obeisance on one knee, the arrankar didn't look up. He didn't have to. "Your orders, Aizen-sama."

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