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Characters: Aizen, Soujirou, and whoever else may want to be graced by the godmodder's presence.
Content: Aizen decides it is best to explore Paixao before continuing with any of his plans. There he meets a few new faces...
Setting: Random Street [K6]
Time: Week 2, Mid-Morning
Warnings: Just the usual Aizen-Evil

It had been a long day. Too long, in fact. The birth of Oscuro had been a complete success. It had been almost too easy. This city seemed to just be handing him the tools he needed. That was quite odd indeed. But then again, so was this place.

The shinigami decided to spend the day learning the geography. With shunpo, or flash-step, this was quite an easy feat. He had already made it across and around the city but even for a shinigami of his caliber, shunpo took quite a bit of energy to preform. It was best to stop and rest every now and again.

Sadly, there were very few places Aizen could stop if he wished to avoid the mindless citizens of Paixao. Their presence was not exactly something he welcome.

Luckily he had stumbled across a suitable. It was a small but well lit street. Very few of the clone citizens were around, only to the delight of Aizen.

A quaint wooden bench then beckoned Aizen to rest. How could he refuse?

The ex-captain sat and sighed. There was just so much to do and so little time... Golden eyes were cast skyward to the suitable clouds and sun.

Now he could not decide if this place was a blessing or a curse.

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Paixao wasn't so bad, Soujirou had decided. He still hadn't found a way to get back to Kyoto, but Shishio-san could wait for a while. He was finding the city to be rather enjoyable, and he could shukuchi the entire area in a few minutes.

Unfortunately he tended to slow down his running and find that he had overshot his target by a good few 'sections', as the map indicated. The young assasin had been at Cid's place with Tifa but having nothing to do he'd headed off to see if there was any road signs to Kyoto.

He, to the casual observer, seemed to just appear out of nowhere, but in reality he just skidded to a stop. "...ara..?" The journal and flipped out (he'd gotten the hang of it rather quickly and found that the map was very helpful) to check his position.

"...hm, K6." He hadn't been to this area before, so that was nice. The customary smile was pasted all over his face as he looked around. It wasn't that far from Cid's shop, actually, so he must have gone in a circle somewhere. "...ahahaha."

How long had it been since he was able to rest idly? For quiet a few days at least... He had not had rest since he was the ruler of Hueco Mundo. Who even knew what it was like there now. Ulquiorra, one of the few sane arrankar was here with him. Yami was not fit to lead and Grimmjow could not handle numbers for his life. He can't even handle himself. Gin was here as well... so Tousen must be handling things...

Gin. What was he up to ~~other than his usual conniving schemes~~? He had been gone for quite some time. Aizen was less than worried about his well being but Gin had been acting strange, as of late. Aizen would eventually have to find the shinigami and not let him out of his sight again. He was more than aware of Ichimaru's infatuation with Matsumoto Rangiku. Should she be here in Paixao...

A figure walking down the street caught the attention of the ex-captain. A child? The first trait Aizen noticed was the boy's hair. It was dark. He was yet another person of a different world. He was also carrying one of the journals.

Huh. How many people from other worlds had come here?

The shinigami returned his gaze to the sky. He only needed to rest awhile longer before he returned to the museum. Should the boy want to talk, he would have to approach Aizen himself.

For a moment the tenken was absorbed with looking around. All of Paixao was so similar, all of the people and the buildings. He would get lost (more often) if it wasn't for the journal. His gaze dropped down to a man who was sitting on a bench. Aha! This one wasn't one of the blonde people (who were all so much the same Soujirou never bothered asking for their names). With a wide smile he trotted over to greet the other. A quick bow, and "...excuse me~."

This man could be from Soujirou's Japan, maybe. He didn't look like he was from Asuka-san's Japan, but maybe he wasn't from Japan at all - like Tifa-san and Cid-san. That would certainly be interesting. Despite his lack of suspicions, he did touch the sword at his side, briefly, just to remind him that it was there.

Golden eyes flicked over to the boy. The first thing Aizen took notice to was his clothing. He was dressed in a very similar fashion to that of the Soul Society but that was it. Just a similarity. Osucro, too, was dressed in a 'similar fashion'.

The boy bowed and Aizen inclined his head in a respectful manner. There was no reason to be rude, especially since the child had used manners first. The shinigami would have found his smile a little unnerving but after being around Ichimaru so much, it would be difficult to make Aizen uncomfortable with a mere smile.

The shinigami sat up and looked intently at the boy. "And who might you be?"

Ah! This one was polite! Soujirou always liked it when people responded to him politely, that made them far easier to deal with. He bobbed another bow before answering, "Seta Soujirou~, and if I can ask, who are you?"

He bet that the other was someone important, or someone in some sort of position of power. He held himself in the same sort of way that Shishio-san did. Comfortably. Himura-san held himself comfortably too, but there was just something disgusting about the other.

"Seta Soujirou?" Aizen repeated, looking intently at the child. Souji... That was either a popular name or this boy did come from Oscuro's original world. Odd. Coincidences were always astounding like that.

Well, no reason to beat about the bush. Aizen was here to learn more of Paixao and it's visitors.

"Soujirou-kun, where are you from?"

Soujirou laughed. Maybe he'd heard of him before? Soujirou didn't think that was possible, unless, perhaps, this was another of Shishio-san's acquaintances. He gave the man on the bench another looking over, but he didn't look familiar.

"Maa~ Kyoto... I think!" He offered up, "...probably." Soujirou added, just in case he wasn't. He hoped he was still from Kyoto, or did the man mean where he was born? Or where he had been going? Oh well.

Heh. This was an interesting child. He was similar to Hinamori simply due to his child-like naivety, or at least the one he portrayed. There was just a strange aura around him that the shinigami could not quite place his finger.

"Kyoto?" Aizen asked. Soujirou did not seem all that confident in his answer and Aizen was not looking for guesses, just absolute facts.

"Could you be any more specific, Soujirou-kun? Is that a town? A country? A world?"

"Japan!" Soujirou announced, with another laugh. Yes, it was Japan that he was from, and Kyoto was in Japan. So that would mean that he was from Japan as well.

The boy stopped moving for a moment, not going completely still, but he was evaluating the situation. Not in the same way that a real swordmaster would have done, but in his own crooked way. "...I would ask you something, but I still don't have a name to call you by~" Completely unthreatening, as always, but it was clear that Soujirou would stall conversation unless he got an answer.

He was good at stalling conversation.

So he was from the living world... or one of them. The name was not like any in the Soul Society or Hueco Mundo. This boy was truly from another world. Kyoto... Japan... Aizen quickly committed it to memory.

But Soujirou... he was curious as well. Perhaps it would be best to satisfy a little of his hunger.

"My name is Aizen Sosuke."

"Nice to meet you, Aizen-san!"

Soujirou bowed again, more on reflex than anything else. He couldn't feel kenki, and didn't understand intimidation, but if he did his reaction might have been different. The young assasin continued to smile along.

"Ne~ you're not from Japan, then? Ahaha, I would have guessed you were!"

The boy seemed to be very similar to Hinamori... only without the infatuation. Perhaps he should further question this child. If he had yet another on his side... Another thought streaked through Aizen's mind.

Yes. He would have to interrogate Soujirou further.

"I did not mention that I was not from Japan, Soujirou-kun," Aizen smiled a little. "But you are very apt. When did you arrive in Paixao? You seemed a little lost so perhaps you have not been here long."

"....I have no idea, ahahahahaha~" Soujirou laughed. He didn't, really, and even if he did -- exact time wasn't something he concerned himself. Relative time was better, but Aizen-san seemed like a really exact sort of person and all. "...No, you didn't. But you could be!" Soujirou added in response to Aizen's comment.

The tenken raised one foot and tapped his toe against the ground, settling the woven sandel on his foot a little better. He wouldn't want to have loose shoes or anything, that'd be bad.

What an... odd laugh. Aizen's gaze remained like stone and intent on Soujirou. So he had no record of how long he had been here? Aizen surely would have liked to know how long people from other worlds had been appearing or if it had simply always been like that in Paixao. That was a question whose answer he would have to find later.

His old, gentle smile, the one used during his time in the Soul Society, was now clear as crystal. Aizen even managed to chuckle a very authentic sounding chuckle.

"No, I supposed I could, couldn't I? But I'll tell you this, Soujirou-kun, I am not from Japan. I am from another world entirely."

The bait had been cast.

Ah! Another world! Soujirou had only recently met Tifa-san who wasn't from some form of Japan. Asuka-san had said something about the future, but that didn't really matter. The future was the future and whatever he did would have already happened by then. Other words though, that was really quite a hard concept for him to wrap his mind around.

"...that's interesting!" Soujirou commented, but like all things in life didn't really perk his interest -- it was just something people expected him to say. He supposed, somewhere in the back of his mind, that he should be interested, but it just didn't hold his attention. Not like much did besides death and strength.

And the odd quandry of Himura-san and his not-killing. But Soujirou didn't want to think about that too.

The shinigami's face remained set in stone while only one eyebrow rose. Another thing one learned when around Gin was to see through any face and tone. What was this boy up to? What scheme did he have or did he have one at all? Aizen was too tired to want to put up with this but if he wanted to complete his own plans he'd have to simply put up with this for the time being.

"Quite." Aizen replied, sitting back and steepling his fingers. "Where are you staying, Soujirou-kun? With citizens of Paixao?"

"...ah~ no. With Tifa-san and Cid-san~," Soujirou nodded to himself, looking almost pensive before brightening, "And you, Aizen-san? Staying with someone?" He was quite good at bouncing questions back, but ask him to think of one on his own and Soujirou is quite lost. He wondered, briefly, what Aizen was doing in Paixao, if he was looking for people -- like most people seemed to do. Or if he was more like Soujirou and didn't have a particular goal.

Aha, that would be funny.

Of course. He doubted that these clone-like people would be so welcoming to the visitors of the city. These two people, Tifa and Cid, must also be from other worlds. It was astounding, really, to see this phenomenon take place. What was pulling all these people here? And for what purpose? Aizen was a victim like the rest but he was making use of this city to further his own goals. But surely all these newcomers were in completely situations and handled it their own way.

"I am sure they are very kind people," Aizen inclined his head at the boy. "You should always remember to thank them for their hospitality."

"I am staying at the Matteus Museum of Art with a few people from my own home, if that answers your question."

"...I will, unless they all die of course," Soujirou beamed back at Aizen. He couldn't really see the problem in that comment. It was logic, neither of them seemed very strong, Cid of Tifa. Their friend, Vincent, had been hard to read, but he'd left so it hadn't mattered. "...oh, people from your world? I bet that's nice~" The tenken might have liked Yumi-san or Shishio-san around. Shishio-san would have given excellent advice in how to progress in Paixao.

"They die?" That was not a comment that usually came from a child. Perhaps it was merely the effects of his homeworld on his life and personality. Aizen decided he would take it in stride. He let no expression befall his face and instead asked, "Who would kill them? Surely not someone like yourself?"

And people from his own world? Aizen already thought of himself as blessed. Both Ulquiorra and Hinamori had appeared at the same time with Okita. Okita later became the newest arrankar, Oscuro. Yes. It was more than nice.

It was lucky.

"...Me? Kill them? Ahahahahahahaha, what an idea," Soujirou smiled, as he had been for the past while. But the 'what an idea' wasn't one of disbelief, instead it was a space filler, as he often did with his words. The tenken gav e Aizen a very specific look, "...only if they deserved it." He added to the end of his sentence.

Afterall, he if they were nice and strong and didn't do anything stupid like protecting the weak he'd get along with them fine.

Ha. Protecting the weak, what a... an irritating idea.

"Only if they deserved it?" Now this boy was toeing the line of peculiar. This boy seemed to be capable of dealing death if need be. Perhaps Aizen would have to adjust these plans of his then. If Soujirou was capable of such a feat, some more interesting and profitable thing could come from it.

"Now what kind of thing would make you think that, Soujirou-kun? Why would a person deserve death?"

This wasn't a question that Aizen did not know the answer to but rather the answer varied from person to person.

Let the question be considered a... test if you will.

There was a pause, Soujirou's entire body seemed to relax. He shut his eyes and recited, the same way one might a biblical passage, "...the strong live and the weak die. If you are strong feed on the flesh of the weak." It was how he lived his life and everything could be judged with that standard.

Then he opened his eyes and grinned.

"...and those who protect the weak, that's wrong. It doesn't make sense," now he was complaining a little, and the smile didn't seem so in place. It irritated Soujirou, that concept. And he didn't like to be irritated, because he wasn't supposed to be irritated.

Huh. Interesting philosophy. 'The strong live and the weak die.' It was essentially survival of the fittest. That was a very well-known belief but do to moral, very few actually believed in it. Of course Aizen could agree. He was there to walk over the weak and gain what he desired, not protect and babysit them.

Of course he was not going to tell Soujirou this. It was time to play the devil's advocate.

"It does not make sense? How? Life is given to all. Is it your place to take it?" Aizen paused momentarily, simply to let the boy think. This was now a test to see if he was truly worthy. "And Tifa-san and Cid-san, do you think they are weak?"

The boy turned his head, mildly puzzled as to why Aizen asks him that. As if this is not something Aizen believes. Soujirou doesn't understand how people can live without understanding or believing this. How they can continue to have such ... contradictory lives.

"Everyone's life ends, Aizen-san," Soujirou replied, "I don't have to take it, but eventually someone stronger will, that's how the world works. If they are weak, then they'll die. If they're not, then they'll live." It wasn't really an answer, but as close as Soujirou was going to give. He didn't know if they were weak, but it didn't trouble him if they were.

The shinigami relaxed back in his seat and closed his eyes while he listened to Soujirou speak. Aizen knew, better than most, the cycle of life. He had experienced it and more. Why shouldn't he?

It was obvious that this boy was also obsessed with power. His confidence that he would be able to take a life was overwhelming. But how long until he confidence ran out?

"Then what, do you think, happens after life ends, Soujirou-kun?" Aizen's golden eyes connected with Soujiou's. "Is death the end of the road or is there more that follows?"

Aizen-san asked all the hard questions. Soujirou had to think about that one, it wasn't anything he'd ever really considered. When someone died, what did happen to them? He had assumed that it ended everything -- which is why strength was so important.

"...I've never died, Aizen-san. I'm afraid I can't answer that question," Soujirou nodded, that was the best response. He didn't know, and it wasn't so bad to admit that. "...but even if there's something after life... life is still over." He said it like a finality. Soujirou wanted to live, because if there was something beyond life... well, maybe then dying wouldn't have been so bad.

Of course. He never died. Normally the living had some inkling of what may happen to them after death but then again those were the living people of the Earth Aizen knew. Soujirou was from another world entirely. Already at a young age he was ready to deal out death.

Looking intently at the child, Aizen continued. "Would you like to know what happens after death? The life that lingers on in the souls of the departed? The souls of both the weak and the strong?"

Soujirou opened his mouth, and then shut it. In honesty, he didn't care what happened to people after they died. The weak were irrelevant. On another level of his mind, Soujirou was terrified to find out, because that changed how he viewed the entire world.

"...No. No thank you, Aizen-san. They live and then they die, if something important happens after death... it doesn't matter for those of us still living." There, that sounded like a good answer to him.

"I beg to differ, Soujioru-kun."

It was a typical response from the living. Why ruin your own view of the world if you were happy with it? More often than not people were happy with known what they know already and didn't feel they needed to know more. Soujirou seemed to fall into that category. It almost disappointed Aizen... but no matter. He would continue.

"The living and the dead are always connected, at least they are where I hail from." The shinigami continued. A smile flickered across his lips. "Do you believe in ghosts, Soujirou-kun?"

For a moment Soujirou stopped smiling. There was an almost entirely too serious look on his face. Then it was gone and he was back to grinning and nodding in agreement with Aizen.

"...is that so, Aizen-san?" Soujirou replied, not asking for more information, but not actively resisting any either. This was like talking to Himura-san, only better, in a way. Perhaps he just needed to apply himself to this other way of thinking to make it make sense. "I haven't thought about ghosts, if there are any, none of them have ever troubled me~" another priceless smile was offered up.

There.

It seemed that if Aizen didn't strike a nerve, he at least caught Soujirou's undivided attention. The flicker of a frown upon the boy's face was the only indication that Aizen needed.

"I come from a world there the living do not exist, Soujirou-kun." The once-captain announced. "And in that world there are more than one type of 'ghost'."

Ah. He could deal with that. Aizen-san's world was different than his, by far. ...the living do not exist... Which would mean that Aizen-san was not living himself. That brought the tenken to examine the man, shamelessly peering at him.

"...ah? Ara..?" Was the first response he had to that, "...You're from Hell?" There wasn't a 'Heaven' in Soujirou's vocabularly.

"Hell? Of course not. You should not presume things, Soujirou-kun."

That question was not exactly something that Aizen expected but he certainly was not thrown off. Soujirou's mind seemed to work much differently from other members of the living world. Interesting. Just how far-fetched were his thought patterns? Was it simply because of his personality or is it a trait that all boys in his world shared?

"I hail from the Soul Society. It is a peaceful place under the watch of the shinigami. At least... I did originally."

Soujirou blinked as he was admonished. But he nodded in response, accepting Aizen-san's word as something he should try to do. No promises though, because the strong made the rules in the world and he had no idea if Aizen-san was strong or not. He could only assume.

"Soul Society? I've never heard of that," Shinigami. Death God. Soujirou turned it over in his head, "...a peaceful place? Ahaha, the world you come from must be very odd."

"I thought not." Aizen murmured. Other worlds most likely had multiple ways of managing the dead and departing souls. That was where theories of Heaven and Hell were born. One thing seemed to be a constant through almost all worlds and that was the latter of the two: Hell.

"I am actually surprised that they have maintained such a peace despite the war-like state they are in. A battle in multiple worlds is difficult to participate in if you wish to maintain order in your own world."

Soujirou seemed to be interested in what Aizen was saying but would he catch his hints?

Soujirou nodded along with Aizen-san's comments. It made sense, really. I am actually surprised that they have maintained such a peace desptie the war-like state they are in. That part he didn't quite get. He supposed... perhaps, that this Paixao was more complex than it first seemed. That was something he should think on.

"Do you wish to maintain order?" Soujirou asked, but he found the answer not that interesting. It would be in how Aizen-san replied that he would care. Soujirou only wished to attach himself to those who are strong.

"Do you wish to maintain order?"

And there we had it. The test for Aizen. This was the first time that Soujirou had asked a question on his own, or rather, had asked a question that Aizen did not lead him into.

A sly smile peeled across Aizen's lips as he spoke. Time to take the biggest step.

"The order of the Soul Society will be mine to choose.

Soujirou nodded along with the comment, but he was terribly interested now. Before it had all just been words and hints, now there was something solid there. The order of the Soul Society will be mine to choose. It wasn't quite the blatant and oblique comments he was used to, but something caught his attention.

"...I see," The tenken mulled over that, giving Aizen a look. This wasn't the kind of person he could measure so easily. "You must be very strong." This was said almost tentatively, because Soujirou wasn't sure if this was an 'appropriate' answer for Aizen-san.

Now the boy was confused, was he? Perhaps at another time he would explain to Soujirou the full story of his exploitations in the Soul Society. The memories were still crisp and clear in his mind. Aizen's plans... his ideas... his successes... Well, it was an interesting story, just not one that would be told today.

"You could say that," Aizen murmured as he rose to his feet. "I have yet to find my rival from any world."

The shinigami turned to look toward the north before. "I fear I must be returning to my temporary home, Soujirou-kun. If you truly do not like where you are staying, I will allow you to come with me. I have met quite a few already who have taken up on this offer. Shall you join me?"

Soujirou tapped his toes against the ground again in an idle sort of way. Aizen was leaving, and offering. It was not at all de ja vu, but it reminded him of a memory. He tilted his head to the side, thinking, considering, and shifted a few times. Nervous habits, even if he didn't acknowledge nervousness.

"If you don't mind, Aizen-san~,I wouldn't want to impede you~"

Again, he was unsure. This might not be the best course of action, but he was sure of one thing. Aizen was stronger than Tifa, and stronger than Cid. And Aizen said some interesting things that Soujirou wanted to know more about, they kept his mind off of the things Himura-san would say.

"Hardly," Aizen replied simply despite the statement's only half-truthfulness. Soujirou would be no problem to handle, especially at the museum, but Aizen would have to return the slow way, or rather, he would not be able to use shunpo. The boy was no shinigami and Aizen would have been more than surprised if he would be able to preform such a feat.

"Then shall we?" He asked, turning to head down the street.

It seemed that he had caught yet another one.

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