Bleach Reflection
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I know we've had some ideas being throw around but what exactly is Makoto's zanpakuto? Since it seems to be working just like Aizen's from what I've seen.
Also a brief idea: Aizen's sword works by confusing the senses to form an illusion. Could that extend into the victim's subconscious? Manipulate their dreams to fulfill their desires or create nightmares that make them want to gouge their eyes out, ones that they can't even wake from. That could also work as a bankai i suppose, trapping the target in a inescapable fantasy.
Also a brief idea: Aizen's sword works by confusing the senses to form an illusion. Could that extend into the victim's subconscious? Manipulate their dreams to fulfill their desires or create nightmares that make them want to gouge their eyes out, ones that they can't even wake from. That could also work as a bankai i suppose, trapping the target in a inescapable fantasy.
His zanpakuto is named Kyougetsu, which can mean "Last month" as in something recent, and "Mirror Moon" depending on the characters used. It's an illusion-based zanpakuto, similar to Aizen's in how it deceives the senses. However, it doesn't do an instant perfect hypnosis-It seems to have a projection ability too, creating illusions, possibly out of reiatsu. In any event, while it's more versatile that way than Aizen's, it requires a lot more focus and practice to make it work well. It can also be affected by Makoto's mental state, like with the Sun Sun illusion he conjured up.
It might work as a good bankai. I like the idea that Aizen's bankai allows him to make whole illusionary worlds around his victims.
It might work as a good bankai. I like the idea that Aizen's bankai allows him to make whole illusionary worlds around his victims.
Well, one is that Makoto's illusions are a lot simpler at this stage. They're like genjutsu in Naruto-He can project them but unless he puts a lot of effort and energy into them, they're not solid. He can make them like a second skin over his body, like a henge, and can cover a small area, but he can't do something like create a whole imaginary house.
Heheh, I'll work on it.
Heheh, I'll work on it.
I find myself wondering what the reactions of Mila-rose and Apache might be to seeing Sun-sun skipping along while humming that tune 
. Or even better Sun-sun draging the other two along so with Makoto they have a complete set of four to do the scene with heck you would even have the "cowardly" lioness just don't tell her thats the part she would have.
. Or even better Sun-sun draging the other two along so with Makoto they have a complete set of four to do the scene with heck you would even have the "cowardly" lioness just don't tell her thats the part she would have.A prequel bit, in a manner of speaking.
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"Woo hooooo!" Makoto cheered happily, riding a giant dragon made of cheese down a steep hill of rice. "Yee haaaaaa! Oh yeah! This is awesommmme!"
He laughed merrily at every twist and turn, waving to the pumpkin people and floating olives he passed on his way. "Ah, this is great! I'm off to see the Eggplant King, and we'll have tea, and then-Eh?"
Kyougetsu stood in front of the cheese dragon, looking distinctly unamused. Makoto brought it to a screeching halt, before jumping out onto a marshmallow.
"You? What the heck are you doing here?" He complained. "Don't I get enough of you when I'm awake?"
"Well, I had decided to alert you of some... Interesting circumstances going on while you were asleep, but I see you're busy," the zanpakuto spirit said wryly. Makoto huffed and nodded.
"You're damn right I'm busy! The Eggplant King is waiting for us!"
"Yeah!" Said the cheese dragon.
"Well, I'm so terribly sorry to interrupt," Kyougetsu said with a smirk. Makoto crossed his arms over his chest, feeling less sure of himself.
"Yeah well, you should be!"
"I am."
"Well... Good!"
"Indeed," Kyougetsu said.
"Yeah! Whatever!" Makoto said flatly, walking back up to his dragon.
"By the way... How many children will you be wanting?" Kyougetsu asked.
Makoto spun around so hard he slipped on some cheese and fell down on his ass.
"WHAT?!"
"It seems the enterprising young fukutaichou has designed upon bearing you some children," Kyougetsu said, looking incredibly amused. Makoto's eyes widened.
"N-NO! WAKE UP, WAKE UP! WAKE UP! WAKE UPPPP!"
The dreamworld vanished, replaced with a pair of warm brown eyes and an all too familiar smile.
"H-Hinamori?" Makoto managed, mentally running his checklist. Covers... Gone. Boxers... On their way down. Her clothing?
He looked down, and turned bright red. Long gone...
"Oh! Hello Makoto-sama. This will make things much better," she purred. She then moved, which caused Makoto's teenaged hormones to nearly push his mind out of the realm of panic and into the realm of total oblivion.
F-F-Focus! Focus! Focus on something else! Besides how good she feels and how warm and soft and-GAAAAHHHHH!
"H-Hinamori, um, what are you doing?" Makoto asked.
"Why, what does it look like I'm doing?" Hinamori asked, undoing her bun and letting her hair down. She smiled so cutely that half of Makoto was tempted to just shut up and ask no more questions.
The other half managed to wrest control of his mouth.
"Ah, er, um, s-sex?"
"Yes! I never did this with Captain Aizen... Or anyone else," she admitted with a blush. "I hope you don't mind though... I will be gentle~..."
Think fast, boy wonder, he thought.
"Uh... Er... I-I have a girlfriend?"
"No you don't."
"I'm engaged?"
"Nope."
"I-I have... AIDS!"
"No you don't."
"... I'm gay?" He squeaked. Hinamori actually smirked, and slid her hand... Down a little...
Oh boy... Makoto thought, as verbally he tried not to moan. "Ahh...!"
"Makoto-sama, a little nervousness is to be expected," Hinamori continued in that maddeningly cute and sexy voice. "After all... This is the first night of the rest of our lives~..."
"L-Lives?"
"Oh yes! We'll get married, we'll have children, a nice big house in Seireitei while you're a part-time teacher at the academy, and I'm your loyal wife and fukutaichou," Hinamori said with a happy sigh. "I can see it all now~..."
"Wah?! Children?!" Makoto managed to find strength against his hormones by one means-Resistance to his freedom being taken away... At least, not without his permission, anyway. He pushed her away and leaped out the window. "HAHA! Free-!"
THUD
"... Ow..." Makoto mumbled, sitting up. "Owww..."
Kyougetsu appeared and smirked. "Normally I might advise you going to shinigami form, but that would just leave her a, ahem, willing participant..."
"You have such perfect timing!" Makoto growled, running off as fast as he could. Up above, Hinamori looked sad... Before smiling brightly.
"Oh well... There's always next time!"
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"Woo hooooo!" Makoto cheered happily, riding a giant dragon made of cheese down a steep hill of rice. "Yee haaaaaa! Oh yeah! This is awesommmme!"
He laughed merrily at every twist and turn, waving to the pumpkin people and floating olives he passed on his way. "Ah, this is great! I'm off to see the Eggplant King, and we'll have tea, and then-Eh?"
Kyougetsu stood in front of the cheese dragon, looking distinctly unamused. Makoto brought it to a screeching halt, before jumping out onto a marshmallow.
"You? What the heck are you doing here?" He complained. "Don't I get enough of you when I'm awake?"
"Well, I had decided to alert you of some... Interesting circumstances going on while you were asleep, but I see you're busy," the zanpakuto spirit said wryly. Makoto huffed and nodded.
"You're damn right I'm busy! The Eggplant King is waiting for us!"
"Yeah!" Said the cheese dragon.
"Well, I'm so terribly sorry to interrupt," Kyougetsu said with a smirk. Makoto crossed his arms over his chest, feeling less sure of himself.
"Yeah well, you should be!"
"I am."
"Well... Good!"
"Indeed," Kyougetsu said.
"Yeah! Whatever!" Makoto said flatly, walking back up to his dragon.
"By the way... How many children will you be wanting?" Kyougetsu asked.
Makoto spun around so hard he slipped on some cheese and fell down on his ass.
"WHAT?!"
"It seems the enterprising young fukutaichou has designed upon bearing you some children," Kyougetsu said, looking incredibly amused. Makoto's eyes widened.
"N-NO! WAKE UP, WAKE UP! WAKE UP! WAKE UPPPP!"
The dreamworld vanished, replaced with a pair of warm brown eyes and an all too familiar smile.
"H-Hinamori?" Makoto managed, mentally running his checklist. Covers... Gone. Boxers... On their way down. Her clothing?
He looked down, and turned bright red. Long gone...
"Oh! Hello Makoto-sama. This will make things much better," she purred. She then moved, which caused Makoto's teenaged hormones to nearly push his mind out of the realm of panic and into the realm of total oblivion.
F-F-Focus! Focus! Focus on something else! Besides how good she feels and how warm and soft and-GAAAAHHHHH!
"H-Hinamori, um, what are you doing?" Makoto asked.
"Why, what does it look like I'm doing?" Hinamori asked, undoing her bun and letting her hair down. She smiled so cutely that half of Makoto was tempted to just shut up and ask no more questions.
The other half managed to wrest control of his mouth.
"Ah, er, um, s-sex?"
"Yes! I never did this with Captain Aizen... Or anyone else," she admitted with a blush. "I hope you don't mind though... I will be gentle~..."
Think fast, boy wonder, he thought.
"Uh... Er... I-I have a girlfriend?"
"No you don't."
"I'm engaged?"
"Nope."
"I-I have... AIDS!"
"No you don't."
"... I'm gay?" He squeaked. Hinamori actually smirked, and slid her hand... Down a little...
Oh boy... Makoto thought, as verbally he tried not to moan. "Ahh...!"
"Makoto-sama, a little nervousness is to be expected," Hinamori continued in that maddeningly cute and sexy voice. "After all... This is the first night of the rest of our lives~..."
"L-Lives?"
"Oh yes! We'll get married, we'll have children, a nice big house in Seireitei while you're a part-time teacher at the academy, and I'm your loyal wife and fukutaichou," Hinamori said with a happy sigh. "I can see it all now~..."
"Wah?! Children?!" Makoto managed to find strength against his hormones by one means-Resistance to his freedom being taken away... At least, not without his permission, anyway. He pushed her away and leaped out the window. "HAHA! Free-!"
THUD
"... Ow..." Makoto mumbled, sitting up. "Owww..."
Kyougetsu appeared and smirked. "Normally I might advise you going to shinigami form, but that would just leave her a, ahem, willing participant..."
"You have such perfect timing!" Makoto growled, running off as fast as he could. Up above, Hinamori looked sad... Before smiling brightly.
"Oh well... There's always next time!"
A really, really twisted idea just entered my brain, in light of the new filler arc of Bleach. So, without further ado, here's what happens when Urahara and Kyougetsu meet.
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"I feel... Really, really stupid," Makoto said. It was hard not to feel stupid while wearing a colander on your head, with what appeared to be Christmas lights blinking on and off it. Urahara smiled cheerfully.
"Good! That is the proper feeling to have!" The former Shinigami captain was typing away at a rather bizarrely modified laptop, while Tessai was examining a monitor on a large stack of various devices that Makoto imagined had some grand function all together. The wires leading to and fro like lines on a grid from the laptop, giant device, and the pot on his head completed the circuit.
"So, what is this thing supposed to do, anyway?" Ichigo asked, sitting nearby with Rukia. It really meant a lot to Makoto that the substitute Shinigami was willing to come with him to Urahara's-The blonde guy still put him on edge. Not just in a "mad scientist" sort of way, but on a more primal level.
"Well, given Makoto's testimony on his zanpakuto spirit, I thought it would be good if we could get a better look at his spiritual make-up," Urahara said cheerfully.
"Why not just examine my sword?" Makoto asked.
"The colander wouldn't fit it," Tessai said. Makoto blinked and stared at the large man. The large man said nothing else, and Makoto sighed, looking back at Ichigo with a long suffering look.
"Look on the bright side... It could be Mayuri doing the examination," Ichigo suggested. Makoto shuddered, as though out of habit.
"We should be glad it's Urahara then," Rukia added.
"Oh, him! He's enthusiastic but far too invasive," Urahara said cheerfully. "He'd cut out the heart of a patient to figure out why it wasn't beating properly-Aha!"
"Aha?" Makoto asked, feeling a bit sick at the mental image of Kurotsuchi Mayuri ripping his heart out, Temple of Doom style.
"Something interesting," Urahara said.
"Well, what is it?" Rukia asked.
"It looks like his zanpakuto spirit can already partially manifest into this world," Urahara surmised. "Much like my bankai training aid does."
"So, wait, I have a bankai?" Makoto asked. Urahara shook his head.
"It's not as simple as that. You must also make your zanpakuto spirit submit to you," Urahara said. "You say your zanpakuto spirit appears frequently, and talks to you. Can anyone else see him?"
"No," Makoto said sourly. As far as he was concerned, Kyougetsu just enjoyed screwing with him and making him seem crazy in public.
He had been strangely quiet the moment they'd entered Urahara's shop though...
Hey, Kyougetsu? You there? Makoto thought. Hello? Helloooo?
No answer. Makoto scowled, and decided to try a few exercises Hinamori had taught him in regards to finding his zanpakuto spirit.
"Hmmm... Trying to pull him out, Kikanuma-san?" Urahara asked, eyes never leaving his laptop screen.
"He doesn't like this place," Makoto said. It was a bit of a lie though-Kyougetsu didn't like Urahara.
C'mon, he's better than the clown guy, right? Come out... Come out...
Why?
Urahara's laptop beeped, and Tessai's mass of electronics sputtered, whistled and hooted.
Because the nice guy in the weird hat is trying to analyze you, that's why, Makoto thought back.
He is dangerous.
No shit. He used to be a Shinigami captain, dangerous is part of that definition, Makoto thought back sarcastically.
He is dangerous in ways you do not know...
Will you quit with the goddamned vagueness?! You say you're not Aizen, but you sure seem to like pulling strings and treating me like another pawn!
"He's zoning out again," Ichigo sighed. Rukia looked intently at Makoto, only for Ichigo to catch the look.
"No."
Rukia pouted. "He didn't mind the last time!"
"He couldn't protest..."
On and on and on you just keep belittling and tormenting me, Makoto continued, ignorant of Ichigo and Rukia's squabble. What, would you prefer I was Aizen himself?
The zanpakuto spirit actually manifested, glaring hard and intimidatingly at Makoto. The young shinigami glared right back.
"Do not presume to know me, Kikanuma Makoto," Kyougetsu said coldly. "You barely know yourself."
"Yeah? Well you pretend to know me and know what's best for me, but guess what? You haven't the slightest, single idea what would be best for me!" Makoto growled. "You just keep pushing me to be something I'm not!"
"What? A warrior? A competent fighter? Somebody who can actually survive?" Kyougetsu shot back. "None of your worthless digital or analog entertainment can form the basis for success!"
"That's where you're WRONG!" Makoto grinned, drawing his zanpakuto as he stood up. "And if you really knew everything about me, you'd know this! Maybe if you tried to be my friend instead of some egotistical jerk, we'd be where YOU want us to be!"
"Would I?" Kyougetsu asked, stepping closer to Makoto. "I find that highly-"
It was a pity the spirit had stepped right into the path of the wires connecting the colander to Urahara's machines. If he hadn't, Makoto and Kyougetsu could have continued their argument for several additional minutes. In contrast to what actually happened, this would have been preferred.
KAZAP!
Ichigo and Rukia's eyes widened as it appeared Aizen himself was in the room. Urahara actually raised an eyebrow, and Tessai turned to gasp.
However, this shock turned into confusion when Makoto's sword jumped out of it's scabbard and bounced to join with the "Aizen" spirit.
"Huh?" Makoto managed. "Uh... Kyougetsu? You okay?"
The zanpakuto spirit blinked a few times... And then grinned, which needless to say looked horribly wrong and disturbing on Aizen's face.
"You know Makoto, I've been thinking, perhaps you're right," he said. He moved quickly, wrapping an arm around Makoto's shoulders and hugging the smaller boy tightly against his side.
"Urk!" Makoto managed. Kyougetsu waved out a hand, a shining look in his eyes.
"Your knowledge of entertainment and determination, plus my power and wisdom-It's perfect! We'll be unstoppable, kid!"
"Uh, er, wait, what?" Makoto asked in confusion. "D'OH!" He was dropped onto the floor as the room and Kyougetsu seemed to grow bigger.
"Confused? Well, just sit back and ruminate, whilst I illuminate the possibilities," Kyougetsu said, spinning in mid-air as he glowed with power.
"This cannot be good," Ichigo mumbled, as loud music began to play.
BAM! Kyougetsu was now huge, and leaning over Makoto while resting on crossed arms. He then held up his hands as though holding a hand of cards and spread his fingers.
"Well Ali Baba had them forty thieves, Scheherezad-ie had a thousand tales," Kyougetsu sang, his fingers turning into Arrancar who hopped up and menaced Makoto. The young Shinigami got up and looked around in fear.
"But master you in luck 'cause up your sleeves! You got a brand of magic never fails~," Kyougetsu continued, reappearing behind Makoto and extending his arms out Makoto's sleeves. With these larger arms, Makoto deftly defeated all his opponents with a flurry of fists, just before they vanished and a boxing ring took their place. Makoto fell down into the corner, and Ichigo and Rukia found themselves rubbing his shoulders and fanning him, respectively.
"You got some power in your corner now! Some heavy ammunition in your camp!" Kyougetsu exploded repeatedly around Makoto and his friends in time with the next lyrics.
"You got some punch! Pizzazz! Yahoo and how!" Kyougetsu handed Makoto back his sword and winked.
"See all you gotta do is draw that sword, And I'll say..."
Makoto, Ichigo and Rukia seemed to fall, right into places at a fancy restaurant's table. Kyougetsu loomed over them proudly, wearing a waiter's uniform and mustache.
"Mister Makoto, sir, What will your pleasure be?" A sumptuous feast appeared before all three, as Kyougetsu switched to a French accent.
"Let me take your order, jot it down-" And in another moment he was wrapping an arm around Makoto's shoulders again and grinning.
"You ain't never had a friend like me!" He elbowed the stunned Ichigo a few times with a smile.
"No no no!" With that, Kyougetsu seemed to calm down, and extended his hand to the covered center dish on the table.
"Life is your restaurant," he began smoothly, pulling the cover away and revealing... His grinning head with a pair of chicken legs on his cheeks.
"And I'm your maitre d'!" He bellowed, making Makoto, Rukia and Ichigo fall backwards. In another instant, Kyougetsu's ear was much larger, and in Makoto's face.
"C'mon whisper what it is you want, you ain't never had a friend like me!" Kyougetsu murmured, before pulling back and splitting into several copies. Makoto was now sitting in a barber shop chair, Rukia and Ichigo right next to him. Ichigo was getting a shave, and Rukia a facial, manicure and pedicure, all of which she seemed to be enjoying.
"Yes sir, we pride ourselves on service," Kyougetsu said, as his copies continued serving the three Shinigami. In another quick scene transition Makoto fell out of his chair just before he was going to get a haircut, landing on a massive throne.
"You're the boss, the king, the shah!" Kyougetsu cried, in more flashes of light Rukia dressed up as a bunnygirl and Ichigo as a royal guard standing on either side of Makoto's throne. Rukia seemed shocked, but also pleased with the change, while Ichigo looked increasingly annoyed.
"Say what you wish, it's yours! True dish," Kyougetsu said, sweeping his hand in front of Makoto and bring into existence a feast fit for a king. Just before Makoto could take a bite though, Kyougetsu lifted a cup and turned it upside down,
"How about a little more Baklavaaaaa?" Kyougetsu sang, as a flood of strange, sweet-smelling pastries seemed to bury Makoto and his companions. In another instant, Makoto was standing in front of two stacks of people. Males in one pile (Ichigo on top and looking perturbed), females in the other (Rukia and a confused Orihime up top on the other.)
"Have some of column 'A'," Kyougetsu suggested, indicating the men. At Makoto's vigorous head shaking and disbelieving eyes, the zanpakuto shrugged and grinned as he gestured over at the women: "Try ALL of column 'B'!"
Kyougetsu snapped his fingers and Makoto once more found himself in freefall.
"Gaaahhhhh!" He shouted, just before he hit something soft and bouncy. He'd landed on a giant pillow, held by an equally giant Kyougetsu who grinned and winked.
"I'm in the mood to help you dude! You ain't never had a friend like me!" Kyougetsu sang. He shrank again, now wearing a top hat and suit, and while spinning a cane performed a snazzy dance routine with Urahara and Tessai, who both looked... Enthused about the whole thing.
"Can your friends do this?" Kyougetsu asked, snapping his head off his neck and juggling it.
"Do your friends do that?" The head asked, now bouncing between Urahara and Tessai like a game of badminton while Kyougetsu's body continued to dance.
"Do your friends pull this," Kyougetsu asked, head landing on his neck as he took off his hat and rammed his hand into it. "Out their little haaaaat?"
And out of the hat came Rukia, once more in a bunny suit. Makoto saw Ichigo nosebleed next to him, and couldn't really blame him.
"Can your friends go, poof? Well, looky here, eheh," Kyougetsu sang, a snap of his fingers bringing Orihime, Tatsuki and Yoruichi into being, all dressed as catgirls. Tatsuki looked shocked, even as she danced, but Orihime and Yoruichi cheerfully went with it, whipping their tails at eachother.
"Can your friends go, 'Abracadabra, let 'er rip! And then make the sucker disappeaaaar?" Kyougetsu had torn himself in half, and recombined, now looming over Makoto as Orihime, Yoruichi and Tatsuki vanished.
"So doncha sit there slack jawed," here Kyougetsu's eyes stretched, cartoon-style, and buzzed at Makoto, "Buggy eyed! I'm here to answer all your midday prayers!"
Kyougetsu turned into a large certification of sale, strangely enough, signed by Sousuke Aizen.
"You got me bona fide, certified, you got a spirit for your chare d'affaires!" The contract wrapped Makoto up and then spun him loose, sending him careening off to be stopped by Kyougetsu's finger on his head.
"I got a powerful urge to help you out! So what-cha wish? I really wanna know,[,i]" Kyougetsu insisted. He grabbed a tag out of Makoto's ear, yanking on it and producing a long, LONG list of paper.
"You got a list that's three miles long, no doubt! Well, all you gotta do is draw like so - and ohhhh-! Kyougetsu drew his own copy of his sword form, spinning it around like a prop plane's propeller. It vanished into Orihime, Tatsuki and Yoruichi again, dancing around cheerfully.
"Mister Makoto, sir, have a wish or two or three!" Tatsuki stopped and winked, pecking the embarassed Makoto on the cheek before turning into Kyougetsu.
"I'm on the job, you big nabob!" With that, Kyougetsu rose up and began snapping his fingers in time with the music. Dancing otters, ninja girls, flying birds, and fast cars moved and danced all over the suddenly huge interior of the store. Makoto saw Rukia dancing and laughing with Ichigo, who looked like he was ready to blow his top. Urahara and Yoruichi were playing around (Makoto quickly looked elsewhere), and all around him people were dancing and singing in the spotlight.
"You ain't never had a friend, never had a friend! You ain't never had a friend, never had a friend," Kyougetsu sang, once again back in his suit and top hat and dancing on a platform, surrounded by beautiful women and sparklers.
"You ain't never! Had a! Frrrriend liiiiike meeeeeeee!" Kyougetsu crescendoed, as Makoto began to dance along energetically, spinning and laughing on another platform as fireworks went off behind the entire group.
Everything in the shop suddenly lifted up and began to fly, as Kyougetsu turned into a massive tornado that sucked up every foreign object, his last lyrics crying out over the ruckus.
"You ain't never had a friend like me, HAH!"
With a flash of light, the room was back to normal. Everyone was sitting where they'd been before the show, save Kyougetsu, who stood in front of a sign blinking on and off with the word APPLAUSE written on it in neon letters.
"... What... The fuck... Just happened?" Ichigo asked.
Rukia blinked, and looked extremely disappointed that her bunny suit was gone, before shaking her head clear with a blush and cough. "Ah, er... Makoto? You all right?"
Makoto blinked a few times, staring at his zanpakuto... Before he grinned widely.
"All right? I'm GREAT! Let's do it again!"
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"I feel... Really, really stupid," Makoto said. It was hard not to feel stupid while wearing a colander on your head, with what appeared to be Christmas lights blinking on and off it. Urahara smiled cheerfully.
"Good! That is the proper feeling to have!" The former Shinigami captain was typing away at a rather bizarrely modified laptop, while Tessai was examining a monitor on a large stack of various devices that Makoto imagined had some grand function all together. The wires leading to and fro like lines on a grid from the laptop, giant device, and the pot on his head completed the circuit.
"So, what is this thing supposed to do, anyway?" Ichigo asked, sitting nearby with Rukia. It really meant a lot to Makoto that the substitute Shinigami was willing to come with him to Urahara's-The blonde guy still put him on edge. Not just in a "mad scientist" sort of way, but on a more primal level.
"Well, given Makoto's testimony on his zanpakuto spirit, I thought it would be good if we could get a better look at his spiritual make-up," Urahara said cheerfully.
"Why not just examine my sword?" Makoto asked.
"The colander wouldn't fit it," Tessai said. Makoto blinked and stared at the large man. The large man said nothing else, and Makoto sighed, looking back at Ichigo with a long suffering look.
"Look on the bright side... It could be Mayuri doing the examination," Ichigo suggested. Makoto shuddered, as though out of habit.
"We should be glad it's Urahara then," Rukia added.
"Oh, him! He's enthusiastic but far too invasive," Urahara said cheerfully. "He'd cut out the heart of a patient to figure out why it wasn't beating properly-Aha!"
"Aha?" Makoto asked, feeling a bit sick at the mental image of Kurotsuchi Mayuri ripping his heart out, Temple of Doom style.
"Something interesting," Urahara said.
"Well, what is it?" Rukia asked.
"It looks like his zanpakuto spirit can already partially manifest into this world," Urahara surmised. "Much like my bankai training aid does."
"So, wait, I have a bankai?" Makoto asked. Urahara shook his head.
"It's not as simple as that. You must also make your zanpakuto spirit submit to you," Urahara said. "You say your zanpakuto spirit appears frequently, and talks to you. Can anyone else see him?"
"No," Makoto said sourly. As far as he was concerned, Kyougetsu just enjoyed screwing with him and making him seem crazy in public.
He had been strangely quiet the moment they'd entered Urahara's shop though...
Hey, Kyougetsu? You there? Makoto thought. Hello? Helloooo?
No answer. Makoto scowled, and decided to try a few exercises Hinamori had taught him in regards to finding his zanpakuto spirit.
"Hmmm... Trying to pull him out, Kikanuma-san?" Urahara asked, eyes never leaving his laptop screen.
"He doesn't like this place," Makoto said. It was a bit of a lie though-Kyougetsu didn't like Urahara.
C'mon, he's better than the clown guy, right? Come out... Come out...
Why?
Urahara's laptop beeped, and Tessai's mass of electronics sputtered, whistled and hooted.
Because the nice guy in the weird hat is trying to analyze you, that's why, Makoto thought back.
He is dangerous.
No shit. He used to be a Shinigami captain, dangerous is part of that definition, Makoto thought back sarcastically.
He is dangerous in ways you do not know...
Will you quit with the goddamned vagueness?! You say you're not Aizen, but you sure seem to like pulling strings and treating me like another pawn!
"He's zoning out again," Ichigo sighed. Rukia looked intently at Makoto, only for Ichigo to catch the look.
"No."
Rukia pouted. "He didn't mind the last time!"
"He couldn't protest..."
On and on and on you just keep belittling and tormenting me, Makoto continued, ignorant of Ichigo and Rukia's squabble. What, would you prefer I was Aizen himself?
The zanpakuto spirit actually manifested, glaring hard and intimidatingly at Makoto. The young shinigami glared right back.
"Do not presume to know me, Kikanuma Makoto," Kyougetsu said coldly. "You barely know yourself."
"Yeah? Well you pretend to know me and know what's best for me, but guess what? You haven't the slightest, single idea what would be best for me!" Makoto growled. "You just keep pushing me to be something I'm not!"
"What? A warrior? A competent fighter? Somebody who can actually survive?" Kyougetsu shot back. "None of your worthless digital or analog entertainment can form the basis for success!"
"That's where you're WRONG!" Makoto grinned, drawing his zanpakuto as he stood up. "And if you really knew everything about me, you'd know this! Maybe if you tried to be my friend instead of some egotistical jerk, we'd be where YOU want us to be!"
"Would I?" Kyougetsu asked, stepping closer to Makoto. "I find that highly-"
It was a pity the spirit had stepped right into the path of the wires connecting the colander to Urahara's machines. If he hadn't, Makoto and Kyougetsu could have continued their argument for several additional minutes. In contrast to what actually happened, this would have been preferred.
KAZAP!
Ichigo and Rukia's eyes widened as it appeared Aizen himself was in the room. Urahara actually raised an eyebrow, and Tessai turned to gasp.
However, this shock turned into confusion when Makoto's sword jumped out of it's scabbard and bounced to join with the "Aizen" spirit.
"Huh?" Makoto managed. "Uh... Kyougetsu? You okay?"
The zanpakuto spirit blinked a few times... And then grinned, which needless to say looked horribly wrong and disturbing on Aizen's face.
"You know Makoto, I've been thinking, perhaps you're right," he said. He moved quickly, wrapping an arm around Makoto's shoulders and hugging the smaller boy tightly against his side.
"Urk!" Makoto managed. Kyougetsu waved out a hand, a shining look in his eyes.
"Your knowledge of entertainment and determination, plus my power and wisdom-It's perfect! We'll be unstoppable, kid!"
"Uh, er, wait, what?" Makoto asked in confusion. "D'OH!" He was dropped onto the floor as the room and Kyougetsu seemed to grow bigger.
"Confused? Well, just sit back and ruminate, whilst I illuminate the possibilities," Kyougetsu said, spinning in mid-air as he glowed with power.
"This cannot be good," Ichigo mumbled, as loud music began to play.
BAM! Kyougetsu was now huge, and leaning over Makoto while resting on crossed arms. He then held up his hands as though holding a hand of cards and spread his fingers.
"Well Ali Baba had them forty thieves, Scheherezad-ie had a thousand tales," Kyougetsu sang, his fingers turning into Arrancar who hopped up and menaced Makoto. The young Shinigami got up and looked around in fear.
"But master you in luck 'cause up your sleeves! You got a brand of magic never fails~," Kyougetsu continued, reappearing behind Makoto and extending his arms out Makoto's sleeves. With these larger arms, Makoto deftly defeated all his opponents with a flurry of fists, just before they vanished and a boxing ring took their place. Makoto fell down into the corner, and Ichigo and Rukia found themselves rubbing his shoulders and fanning him, respectively.
"You got some power in your corner now! Some heavy ammunition in your camp!" Kyougetsu exploded repeatedly around Makoto and his friends in time with the next lyrics.
"You got some punch! Pizzazz! Yahoo and how!" Kyougetsu handed Makoto back his sword and winked.
"See all you gotta do is draw that sword, And I'll say..."
Makoto, Ichigo and Rukia seemed to fall, right into places at a fancy restaurant's table. Kyougetsu loomed over them proudly, wearing a waiter's uniform and mustache.
"Mister Makoto, sir, What will your pleasure be?" A sumptuous feast appeared before all three, as Kyougetsu switched to a French accent.
"Let me take your order, jot it down-" And in another moment he was wrapping an arm around Makoto's shoulders again and grinning.
"You ain't never had a friend like me!" He elbowed the stunned Ichigo a few times with a smile.
"No no no!" With that, Kyougetsu seemed to calm down, and extended his hand to the covered center dish on the table.
"Life is your restaurant," he began smoothly, pulling the cover away and revealing... His grinning head with a pair of chicken legs on his cheeks.
"And I'm your maitre d'!" He bellowed, making Makoto, Rukia and Ichigo fall backwards. In another instant, Kyougetsu's ear was much larger, and in Makoto's face.
"C'mon whisper what it is you want, you ain't never had a friend like me!" Kyougetsu murmured, before pulling back and splitting into several copies. Makoto was now sitting in a barber shop chair, Rukia and Ichigo right next to him. Ichigo was getting a shave, and Rukia a facial, manicure and pedicure, all of which she seemed to be enjoying.
"Yes sir, we pride ourselves on service," Kyougetsu said, as his copies continued serving the three Shinigami. In another quick scene transition Makoto fell out of his chair just before he was going to get a haircut, landing on a massive throne.
"You're the boss, the king, the shah!" Kyougetsu cried, in more flashes of light Rukia dressed up as a bunnygirl and Ichigo as a royal guard standing on either side of Makoto's throne. Rukia seemed shocked, but also pleased with the change, while Ichigo looked increasingly annoyed.
"Say what you wish, it's yours! True dish," Kyougetsu said, sweeping his hand in front of Makoto and bring into existence a feast fit for a king. Just before Makoto could take a bite though, Kyougetsu lifted a cup and turned it upside down,
"How about a little more Baklavaaaaa?" Kyougetsu sang, as a flood of strange, sweet-smelling pastries seemed to bury Makoto and his companions. In another instant, Makoto was standing in front of two stacks of people. Males in one pile (Ichigo on top and looking perturbed), females in the other (Rukia and a confused Orihime up top on the other.)
"Have some of column 'A'," Kyougetsu suggested, indicating the men. At Makoto's vigorous head shaking and disbelieving eyes, the zanpakuto shrugged and grinned as he gestured over at the women: "Try ALL of column 'B'!"
Kyougetsu snapped his fingers and Makoto once more found himself in freefall.
"Gaaahhhhh!" He shouted, just before he hit something soft and bouncy. He'd landed on a giant pillow, held by an equally giant Kyougetsu who grinned and winked.
"I'm in the mood to help you dude! You ain't never had a friend like me!" Kyougetsu sang. He shrank again, now wearing a top hat and suit, and while spinning a cane performed a snazzy dance routine with Urahara and Tessai, who both looked... Enthused about the whole thing.
"Can your friends do this?" Kyougetsu asked, snapping his head off his neck and juggling it.
"Do your friends do that?" The head asked, now bouncing between Urahara and Tessai like a game of badminton while Kyougetsu's body continued to dance.
"Do your friends pull this," Kyougetsu asked, head landing on his neck as he took off his hat and rammed his hand into it. "Out their little haaaaat?"
And out of the hat came Rukia, once more in a bunny suit. Makoto saw Ichigo nosebleed next to him, and couldn't really blame him.
"Can your friends go, poof? Well, looky here, eheh," Kyougetsu sang, a snap of his fingers bringing Orihime, Tatsuki and Yoruichi into being, all dressed as catgirls. Tatsuki looked shocked, even as she danced, but Orihime and Yoruichi cheerfully went with it, whipping their tails at eachother.
"Can your friends go, 'Abracadabra, let 'er rip! And then make the sucker disappeaaaar?" Kyougetsu had torn himself in half, and recombined, now looming over Makoto as Orihime, Yoruichi and Tatsuki vanished.
"So doncha sit there slack jawed," here Kyougetsu's eyes stretched, cartoon-style, and buzzed at Makoto, "Buggy eyed! I'm here to answer all your midday prayers!"
Kyougetsu turned into a large certification of sale, strangely enough, signed by Sousuke Aizen.
"You got me bona fide, certified, you got a spirit for your chare d'affaires!" The contract wrapped Makoto up and then spun him loose, sending him careening off to be stopped by Kyougetsu's finger on his head.
"I got a powerful urge to help you out! So what-cha wish? I really wanna know,[,i]" Kyougetsu insisted. He grabbed a tag out of Makoto's ear, yanking on it and producing a long, LONG list of paper.
"You got a list that's three miles long, no doubt! Well, all you gotta do is draw like so - and ohhhh-! Kyougetsu drew his own copy of his sword form, spinning it around like a prop plane's propeller. It vanished into Orihime, Tatsuki and Yoruichi again, dancing around cheerfully.
"Mister Makoto, sir, have a wish or two or three!" Tatsuki stopped and winked, pecking the embarassed Makoto on the cheek before turning into Kyougetsu.
"I'm on the job, you big nabob!" With that, Kyougetsu rose up and began snapping his fingers in time with the music. Dancing otters, ninja girls, flying birds, and fast cars moved and danced all over the suddenly huge interior of the store. Makoto saw Rukia dancing and laughing with Ichigo, who looked like he was ready to blow his top. Urahara and Yoruichi were playing around (Makoto quickly looked elsewhere), and all around him people were dancing and singing in the spotlight.
"You ain't never had a friend, never had a friend! You ain't never had a friend, never had a friend," Kyougetsu sang, once again back in his suit and top hat and dancing on a platform, surrounded by beautiful women and sparklers.
"You ain't never! Had a! Frrrriend liiiiike meeeeeeee!" Kyougetsu crescendoed, as Makoto began to dance along energetically, spinning and laughing on another platform as fireworks went off behind the entire group.
Everything in the shop suddenly lifted up and began to fly, as Kyougetsu turned into a massive tornado that sucked up every foreign object, his last lyrics crying out over the ruckus.
"You ain't never had a friend like me, HAH!"
With a flash of light, the room was back to normal. Everyone was sitting where they'd been before the show, save Kyougetsu, who stood in front of a sign blinking on and off with the word APPLAUSE written on it in neon letters.
"... What... The fuck... Just happened?" Ichigo asked.
Rukia blinked, and looked extremely disappointed that her bunny suit was gone, before shaking her head clear with a blush and cough. "Ah, er... Makoto? You all right?"
Makoto blinked a few times, staring at his zanpakuto... Before he grinned widely.
"All right? I'm GREAT! Let's do it again!"
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Well, I've been getting several requests to do this as a full-length story. So, with that in mind, here's the rough draft for Makoto's first day of school.
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The bus ride to school was long, and boring. Which wasn't too different from any other bus ride to school, Kikanuma Makoto supposed. Different city, sure. Different school, yeah. Overall though, the teenager was not feeling optimistic about this latest change in venue due to his mother's changing jobs.
Building... Building... Building... He thought, watching them go by. Tree... Tree... Building... Homeless guy with an afro...
Weird, he was on top of a telephone pole. How'd he get there? Must've been really drunk...
Makoto sighed and pressed his forehead against the cool glass of the bus window, and stared through his glasses at the black asphalt moving by underneath the vehicle's wheels. Already his mood was unhappy, and he sincerely doubted anything could change it.
Hahaha... I'm sincere about my doubt! Hahahahaha! I kill me! He thought wryly. "Urk!"
The bus had turned more sharply than before, pressing Makoto's face hard against the glass. He pulled back and grumbled: His glasses were now dirty.
"Stupid puberty," he mumbled as he took them off and rubbed them clean as best he could with his shirt. He held them up for inspection and, deeming them clean enough, put them back on. He sighed and resumed looking out the window, at a safer distance.
Unknown to him, a pair of brown eyes was tracking his every movement...
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His arrival at school unheralded, Makoto stuck his hands in his pockets and walked through the main entrance, attempting to blend in with the crowd. Most of the students were happily talking about what they'd done over the summer, saying hello to old friends, things like that.
Makoto's "bully sense" went off the moment he spotted a few upperclassmen hanging out at the entrance, and stealthily, he tried to sneak by with a small group of first year girls, all nervously chattering amongst themselves.
Okay, you don't see me, you don't see me... I'm just another kid, la dee dah, Makoto thought. It was at this moment he felt a large hand on his shoulder, and he froze.
Damnit! Should've picked a better group to blend in with! I'm not bishonen enough to pass for a girl!
"Hey there, new meat," the guy said. His buddies quickly gathered around, as the girls headed through the doors. Makoto smiled uneasily.
"Ah, er, hello... Look guys, I just really want to get to class, first day, I'm kind of new..." he tried. Diplomacy...
"Really? Well, why don't we show you the way?" One of the thugs said with false cheer. His cronies laughed with him.
"Ah, no thanks. Really. No need for that. See, I'm just another regular kid, plenty of other kids to... 'Show the way to class,'" Makoto attempted.
"Yeah," the leader said, turning Makoto around and pushing him against the wall. "But you're right here." He smirked. "And I'm not inclined to go looking for another one."
"I was afraid it was going to be something like that," Makoto said.
"Been in this situation before, have we?" The leader asked.
"Kind of obvious isn't it?" Makoto asked.
Okay, diplomacy officially fails, Makoto thought. Like I knew it would. So, why'd I give it a shot? Oh yes, that last bit of optimism I have failed to choke the life out of.
He sighed and closed his eyes. "Well, if you must, you must. Go ahead."
"You're kind of cynical," the bully noted. "I hate that."
"We can't all be Kamina now can we?" Makoto asked. A sock to the gut forced him to bend over. "HURK!"
"I also hate that anime," the bully continued. He grabbed Makoto's collar and shoved him hard against the wall again.
"Well... To each their own...?" Makoto managed weakly. The bully pulled his fist back to slam it into Makoto's face, and his victim quickly closed his eyes out of reflex. A second passed, then two, then three.
Weird, it's taking a while, Makoto thought. He was abruptly let go and he felt onto the ground. "OW!"
"ARGH!"
"GAH!"
"BIT-GUH!"
Makoto opened his eyes and was treated to two sights-One, the bully laying facedown in the dirt (which was nice), and two, a pair of shapely, feminine legs (which was better).
He slowly looked up and gaped at the short-haired brunette, even now rubbing her knuckles non-chalantly. She looked down at him and smiled.
"Hey, you all right?"
"Uhhh..."
Oh my God... Okay, optimism you are officially okay again... Makoto thought.
"You okay?" She asked again.
She's saying something... I need to say something back... I'm going to say something... Any minute now...
The girl knelt down and looked into his eyes. "Hey, speak up! They must've done a real number on you, huh?"
SAY SOMETHING YOU IDIOT!
"Ah, er, um, n-no! I'm f-fine!" Makoto managed, blushing hard. The girl raised an eyebrow.
"Sure?"
"Uh, yeah! I um, I took some judo when I was little, which taught me how to take hits, so I'm okay, I just got knocked around a little, might've been something I said will you marry me?"
The girl stared at him, and Makoto's blush got worse.
"Ah, er, I-I didn't mean that! I-I mean, not that you're not attractive, because you totally are and I really appreciate you saving me, I'm very grateful but uh marriage is probably a big step since I don't even know your name and uh, er... C-Can I start over?"
The girl looked like she was trying very hard not to laugh, which was nice of her, Makoto thought. "All right... One do-over." She smirked. "Don't mess it up."
"Okay..." Makoto took a deep breath. "I'm okay, thank you very much, my name's Makoto, what's yours?"
"Good, you're welcome, and I'm Tatsuki," the girl replied. She took his hand and helped him up. Makoto flushed even harder, and (a bit awkwardly) pulled his hand away from hers.
"Thanks... Nice to meet you..." The bell rang, and Tatsuki smiled at him again.
"So, first day?"
"Yes... Um... Don't suppose you know where Ochi-sensei's room is?" He asked.
"It's actually my homeroom," Tatsuki said.
Oh thank you God, thank you! I take back everything I ever said about you! Makoto thought gratefully.
"Well! Um, er, please, lead the way," Makoto said with a grin. Tatsuki turned and walked towards the entrance. Makoto's grin grew as he looked at the groaning thugs at his feet.
"Actually, I've gotta say this, guys... Thanks! Thanks a lot," he said, before cheerfully following his savior into the school.
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Part 1 of the beginning. How's it look so far?
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The bus ride to school was long, and boring. Which wasn't too different from any other bus ride to school, Kikanuma Makoto supposed. Different city, sure. Different school, yeah. Overall though, the teenager was not feeling optimistic about this latest change in venue due to his mother's changing jobs.
Building... Building... Building... He thought, watching them go by. Tree... Tree... Building... Homeless guy with an afro...
Weird, he was on top of a telephone pole. How'd he get there? Must've been really drunk...
Makoto sighed and pressed his forehead against the cool glass of the bus window, and stared through his glasses at the black asphalt moving by underneath the vehicle's wheels. Already his mood was unhappy, and he sincerely doubted anything could change it.
Hahaha... I'm sincere about my doubt! Hahahahaha! I kill me! He thought wryly. "Urk!"
The bus had turned more sharply than before, pressing Makoto's face hard against the glass. He pulled back and grumbled: His glasses were now dirty.
"Stupid puberty," he mumbled as he took them off and rubbed them clean as best he could with his shirt. He held them up for inspection and, deeming them clean enough, put them back on. He sighed and resumed looking out the window, at a safer distance.
Unknown to him, a pair of brown eyes was tracking his every movement...
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His arrival at school unheralded, Makoto stuck his hands in his pockets and walked through the main entrance, attempting to blend in with the crowd. Most of the students were happily talking about what they'd done over the summer, saying hello to old friends, things like that.
Makoto's "bully sense" went off the moment he spotted a few upperclassmen hanging out at the entrance, and stealthily, he tried to sneak by with a small group of first year girls, all nervously chattering amongst themselves.
Okay, you don't see me, you don't see me... I'm just another kid, la dee dah, Makoto thought. It was at this moment he felt a large hand on his shoulder, and he froze.
Damnit! Should've picked a better group to blend in with! I'm not bishonen enough to pass for a girl!
"Hey there, new meat," the guy said. His buddies quickly gathered around, as the girls headed through the doors. Makoto smiled uneasily.
"Ah, er, hello... Look guys, I just really want to get to class, first day, I'm kind of new..." he tried. Diplomacy...
"Really? Well, why don't we show you the way?" One of the thugs said with false cheer. His cronies laughed with him.
"Ah, no thanks. Really. No need for that. See, I'm just another regular kid, plenty of other kids to... 'Show the way to class,'" Makoto attempted.
"Yeah," the leader said, turning Makoto around and pushing him against the wall. "But you're right here." He smirked. "And I'm not inclined to go looking for another one."
"I was afraid it was going to be something like that," Makoto said.
"Been in this situation before, have we?" The leader asked.
"Kind of obvious isn't it?" Makoto asked.
Okay, diplomacy officially fails, Makoto thought. Like I knew it would. So, why'd I give it a shot? Oh yes, that last bit of optimism I have failed to choke the life out of.
He sighed and closed his eyes. "Well, if you must, you must. Go ahead."
"You're kind of cynical," the bully noted. "I hate that."
"We can't all be Kamina now can we?" Makoto asked. A sock to the gut forced him to bend over. "HURK!"
"I also hate that anime," the bully continued. He grabbed Makoto's collar and shoved him hard against the wall again.
"Well... To each their own...?" Makoto managed weakly. The bully pulled his fist back to slam it into Makoto's face, and his victim quickly closed his eyes out of reflex. A second passed, then two, then three.
Weird, it's taking a while, Makoto thought. He was abruptly let go and he felt onto the ground. "OW!"
"ARGH!"
"GAH!"
"BIT-GUH!"
Makoto opened his eyes and was treated to two sights-One, the bully laying facedown in the dirt (which was nice), and two, a pair of shapely, feminine legs (which was better).
He slowly looked up and gaped at the short-haired brunette, even now rubbing her knuckles non-chalantly. She looked down at him and smiled.
"Hey, you all right?"
"Uhhh..."
Oh my God... Okay, optimism you are officially okay again... Makoto thought.
"You okay?" She asked again.
She's saying something... I need to say something back... I'm going to say something... Any minute now...
The girl knelt down and looked into his eyes. "Hey, speak up! They must've done a real number on you, huh?"
SAY SOMETHING YOU IDIOT!
"Ah, er, um, n-no! I'm f-fine!" Makoto managed, blushing hard. The girl raised an eyebrow.
"Sure?"
"Uh, yeah! I um, I took some judo when I was little, which taught me how to take hits, so I'm okay, I just got knocked around a little, might've been something I said will you marry me?"
The girl stared at him, and Makoto's blush got worse.
"Ah, er, I-I didn't mean that! I-I mean, not that you're not attractive, because you totally are and I really appreciate you saving me, I'm very grateful but uh marriage is probably a big step since I don't even know your name and uh, er... C-Can I start over?"
The girl looked like she was trying very hard not to laugh, which was nice of her, Makoto thought. "All right... One do-over." She smirked. "Don't mess it up."
"Okay..." Makoto took a deep breath. "I'm okay, thank you very much, my name's Makoto, what's yours?"
"Good, you're welcome, and I'm Tatsuki," the girl replied. She took his hand and helped him up. Makoto flushed even harder, and (a bit awkwardly) pulled his hand away from hers.
"Thanks... Nice to meet you..." The bell rang, and Tatsuki smiled at him again.
"So, first day?"
"Yes... Um... Don't suppose you know where Ochi-sensei's room is?" He asked.
"It's actually my homeroom," Tatsuki said.
Oh thank you God, thank you! I take back everything I ever said about you! Makoto thought gratefully.
"Well! Um, er, please, lead the way," Makoto said with a grin. Tatsuki turned and walked towards the entrance. Makoto's grin grew as he looked at the groaning thugs at his feet.
"Actually, I've gotta say this, guys... Thanks! Thanks a lot," he said, before cheerfully following his savior into the school.
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Part 1 of the beginning. How's it look so far?
Thank you sir, for making this fic a reality. Dead Jiraiya Approves
Perhaps Aizen himself told her about Makoto via Kyouka Suigetsu, just before he stabbed her. Maybe saying that Makoto is the key to freeing him from Gin's control, while in reality she is still acting as his pawn to help prepare Makoto for whatever designs Aizen has for him. Seems like the kind of mind-fuck Aizen would pull.