Another random, open idea to anyone who wants it.
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Kikanuma Makoto was dead tired. The fifteen year old pushed his glasses up and rubbed his eyes with a yawn, slowly trudging through the door of his home.
"Mom, I'm home," he called. His mother, Akina, poked her head out of the kitchen with a gentle smile.
"Hello Makoto, how was your day?"
The young teenager snorted. "To be honest mom, it blew."
"Makoto," she admonished. "Your first day in a new school and it blew?"
"Yeah," he said with a sigh. "I hated it. Had to try and find all my new classes, kept getting bumped into by all sorts of bigger guys... And this weird girl kept staring at me all day!"
"Oh? Weird girl?" Akina smiled mischievously. "Maybe she likes you?"
"I got that, but it was so creepy!" Makoto said with a grimace. "She just followed me around, watching me with this blush. Like some sort of fangirl! Ugh!"
"Did you try to talk to her?" Akina asked kindly. Makoto sighed.
"Once or twice, but she just up and vanished each time!" He grimaced. "I'm going upstairs, okay Mom?"
"All right, I'll call you down for dinner when it's ready!" She called back as he ascended the stairs. Makoto nodded, yawning quietly.
"Thanks Mom!"
He walked down the well lit hallway to his room, slowly opening the door and then closing it behind him with a sigh. He fumbled for the light, bumping into a few still-packed boxes from the move to Karakura Town, and with a triumphant "Aha!", found the lightswitch. He turned to sit on his bed-
And promptly screamed in shock as something his size and female-shaped tackled him to the floor.
"WHAT THE-?!"
THUD!
"Oh, it's you! It's you! I knew it was you!"
Makoto blinked, and inclined his head to look down at the sobbing girl currently on top of him. He blushed hard, especially at the heartbreaking smile she gave him.
"Who... Wha... HEY! Wha-What the heck are you doing in my room?!" Makoto demanded, trying to inch away from her. Despite being a teenager with a hefty amount of hormones, the sheer freakiness of the situation kept his libido from overriding his self-preservation.
The purple-haired girl smiled broadly at him, her warm brown hairs filled with tears. "I knew it was you!"
"You knew what?! Look, what the hell are you doing here in my room? Why are you following me around?" Makoto asked, quickly pushing away from the girl and sliding back up against the door. She smiled, and laughed a little.
"Oh... I should have known. You don't know me, do you?"
"... No. Can't say that I do," Makoto said with a tone he reserved for street crazies. And this girl seemed to fit the bill, given her odd, black, period-clothing and the sword on her belt. The girl chuckled again.
"Oh, it's okay Captain... You'll remember... I'm sure of it!"
"... Captain?" Makoto asked. "Ah, look, I'm sure you're... A nice girl and all but I think you've got the wrong guy. I'm not a captain of anything and-HEY!"
The girl pulled him up to his feet, and rummaged around in her shirt (which quickly turned his cheeks red), before retrieving an odd glove with a flaming skull on the top of it.
"Hey, wait, what's that? What the heck are you-"
She slammed her gloved hand into his chest, and Makoto's eyes widened as he felt the strangest sensation of being pushed out of place without moving. The girl stepped back, letting his body fall to the floor with a dull thud.
Wait... BODY?!
"WH-WHAT THE-?!" Makoto began to scream, before the girl put a hand over his mouth. "MMPH?!"
"Shhh... It's okay Captain... Look! See?" She pointed at his... Chest. But that didn't make sense, his chest was down there!
He looked down and gaped. He was now wearing the same clothes as she was, and a sword was strapped to his obi as well.
"Do you remember me now, Captain?" The girl asked. Makoto gawked at her, and numbly shook her head. The girl sighed, but smiled brightly, an unhealthy glint in her eyes.
"Well... It's okay... We'll fix that soon, I promise. Just so you know... My name is Hinamori Momo, your lieutenant. And you are Captain Aizen Sousuke... And I just want you to know that I love you and I won't let that horrible Ichimaru turn you evil too!"
The girl hugged him tightly, leaving Makoto with only one sentence on his lips:
"... What. The. FUCK?!"
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Somehow or another, Aizen got cloned. Maybe he did it himself as part of his research into Hollowfication, maybe Mayuri was having a slow day, but suffice it to say it worked-A spiritual clone of Aizen was made. Due to various circumstances, he ended up in the Living World, put into a gigai that would age with him and allow him to remain concealed as a normal human child.
That is, until he moves to Kakakura Town, and a disturbed Hinamori Momo somehow manages to seek him out (how I leave to the writer). She's firmly convinced he's her captain, or a reasonable facsimile thereof, and is determined to not "fail" her captain again. That he's now physically her age is just icing on the cake-She can mold him into her beloved captain.
Just one problem: Aside from his Shinigami powers and potential, Makoto (which means "Sincerity"-Cheap joke I know) is nothing like Aizen. He's a fairly average Japanese teenager who likes reading, video games, and other things like that. He's into manga and anime. He might even be a member of TFF. And, understandably, he is creeped out by Hinamori's utter devotion and obsession to turn him into her captain. So, when she mentions a Kurosaki Ichigo during her ramblings about what happened to "him", he seeks out Ichigo for some help.
I'm thinking that after initial shock and suspicion, Ichigo decides to help out Makoto and brings him to Urahara, who quickly deduces that Makoto is a spiritual clone of Aizen. Makoto is, understandably, extremely depressed and upset, but befriending Ichigo, he decides that he's nothing like Aizen anyway and wants to do some good. After all, being a Shinigami and fighting evil is WAY better than watching anime.
Though that becomes more difficult when he finds out that the spirit of his zanpakuto is essentially a version of the real Aizen, who cheerfully riddles and tests Makoto into proving that he is not just a copy of the real deal.
Unfortunately, Soul Society finds out that Hinamori is missing... And where she went... And just who and what she has been stalking. And that's when the shit hits the fan.
Thoughts?
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Kikanuma Makoto was dead tired. The fifteen year old pushed his glasses up and rubbed his eyes with a yawn, slowly trudging through the door of his home.
"Mom, I'm home," he called. His mother, Akina, poked her head out of the kitchen with a gentle smile.
"Hello Makoto, how was your day?"
The young teenager snorted. "To be honest mom, it blew."
"Makoto," she admonished. "Your first day in a new school and it blew?"
"Yeah," he said with a sigh. "I hated it. Had to try and find all my new classes, kept getting bumped into by all sorts of bigger guys... And this weird girl kept staring at me all day!"
"Oh? Weird girl?" Akina smiled mischievously. "Maybe she likes you?"
"I got that, but it was so creepy!" Makoto said with a grimace. "She just followed me around, watching me with this blush. Like some sort of fangirl! Ugh!"
"Did you try to talk to her?" Akina asked kindly. Makoto sighed.
"Once or twice, but she just up and vanished each time!" He grimaced. "I'm going upstairs, okay Mom?"
"All right, I'll call you down for dinner when it's ready!" She called back as he ascended the stairs. Makoto nodded, yawning quietly.
"Thanks Mom!"
He walked down the well lit hallway to his room, slowly opening the door and then closing it behind him with a sigh. He fumbled for the light, bumping into a few still-packed boxes from the move to Karakura Town, and with a triumphant "Aha!", found the lightswitch. He turned to sit on his bed-
And promptly screamed in shock as something his size and female-shaped tackled him to the floor.
"WHAT THE-?!"
THUD!
"Oh, it's you! It's you! I knew it was you!"
Makoto blinked, and inclined his head to look down at the sobbing girl currently on top of him. He blushed hard, especially at the heartbreaking smile she gave him.
"Who... Wha... HEY! Wha-What the heck are you doing in my room?!" Makoto demanded, trying to inch away from her. Despite being a teenager with a hefty amount of hormones, the sheer freakiness of the situation kept his libido from overriding his self-preservation.
The purple-haired girl smiled broadly at him, her warm brown hairs filled with tears. "I knew it was you!"
"You knew what?! Look, what the hell are you doing here in my room? Why are you following me around?" Makoto asked, quickly pushing away from the girl and sliding back up against the door. She smiled, and laughed a little.
"Oh... I should have known. You don't know me, do you?"
"... No. Can't say that I do," Makoto said with a tone he reserved for street crazies. And this girl seemed to fit the bill, given her odd, black, period-clothing and the sword on her belt. The girl chuckled again.
"Oh, it's okay Captain... You'll remember... I'm sure of it!"
"... Captain?" Makoto asked. "Ah, look, I'm sure you're... A nice girl and all but I think you've got the wrong guy. I'm not a captain of anything and-HEY!"
The girl pulled him up to his feet, and rummaged around in her shirt (which quickly turned his cheeks red), before retrieving an odd glove with a flaming skull on the top of it.
"Hey, wait, what's that? What the heck are you-"
She slammed her gloved hand into his chest, and Makoto's eyes widened as he felt the strangest sensation of being pushed out of place without moving. The girl stepped back, letting his body fall to the floor with a dull thud.
Wait... BODY?!
"WH-WHAT THE-?!" Makoto began to scream, before the girl put a hand over his mouth. "MMPH?!"
"Shhh... It's okay Captain... Look! See?" She pointed at his... Chest. But that didn't make sense, his chest was down there!
He looked down and gaped. He was now wearing the same clothes as she was, and a sword was strapped to his obi as well.
"Do you remember me now, Captain?" The girl asked. Makoto gawked at her, and numbly shook her head. The girl sighed, but smiled brightly, an unhealthy glint in her eyes.
"Well... It's okay... We'll fix that soon, I promise. Just so you know... My name is Hinamori Momo, your lieutenant. And you are Captain Aizen Sousuke... And I just want you to know that I love you and I won't let that horrible Ichimaru turn you evil too!"
The girl hugged him tightly, leaving Makoto with only one sentence on his lips:
"... What. The. FUCK?!"
- - - - - - -
Somehow or another, Aizen got cloned. Maybe he did it himself as part of his research into Hollowfication, maybe Mayuri was having a slow day, but suffice it to say it worked-A spiritual clone of Aizen was made. Due to various circumstances, he ended up in the Living World, put into a gigai that would age with him and allow him to remain concealed as a normal human child.
That is, until he moves to Kakakura Town, and a disturbed Hinamori Momo somehow manages to seek him out (how I leave to the writer). She's firmly convinced he's her captain, or a reasonable facsimile thereof, and is determined to not "fail" her captain again. That he's now physically her age is just icing on the cake-She can mold him into her beloved captain.
Just one problem: Aside from his Shinigami powers and potential, Makoto (which means "Sincerity"-Cheap joke I know) is nothing like Aizen. He's a fairly average Japanese teenager who likes reading, video games, and other things like that. He's into manga and anime. He might even be a member of TFF. And, understandably, he is creeped out by Hinamori's utter devotion and obsession to turn him into her captain. So, when she mentions a Kurosaki Ichigo during her ramblings about what happened to "him", he seeks out Ichigo for some help.
I'm thinking that after initial shock and suspicion, Ichigo decides to help out Makoto and brings him to Urahara, who quickly deduces that Makoto is a spiritual clone of Aizen. Makoto is, understandably, extremely depressed and upset, but befriending Ichigo, he decides that he's nothing like Aizen anyway and wants to do some good. After all, being a Shinigami and fighting evil is WAY better than watching anime.
Though that becomes more difficult when he finds out that the spirit of his zanpakuto is essentially a version of the real Aizen, who cheerfully riddles and tests Makoto into proving that he is not just a copy of the real deal.
Unfortunately, Soul Society finds out that Hinamori is missing... And where she went... And just who and what she has been stalking. And that's when the shit hits the fan.
Thoughts?
