Black Night, White Butterfly-A Bleach Fanfiction

The Deceit, Chapter Twenty

We soon came to a thickly wooded part of a park, so he could create a Garganta without the risk of possibly causing a commotion.

Aizen paused, as if waiting for something.

I stood back, waiting for him to rouse.

"Aren't you going to open the Garganta?" He quizzed, eyeing me cattishly.

"I was never taught how to, sir," I replied, glancing away, "Most people thought it was a bad idea for a 'potential escapee,' I guess."

"That's understandable," He nodded, "But, you'll learn. Watch closely."

I furrowed my brow, but did so-an escape would come in handy, y'know.

He tapped the space before him, and I could sense his reiatsu pouring into it, forcing a portal to open.

He tapped again and closed it, then turned to me, waving his hand for me to proceed, "Try it."

I took a small breath, and attempted to open one.

It cracked open about two feet long and a foot wide, but quickly shut when my reitsu faltered.

I heard him quietly snickering at my pitiful failure, so I spitefully tried again.

I forced my reiatsu to latch onto the Garganta's, exactly on the space I tapped, then to pull and push, rend and tear it to a good six-by-seven feet hole.

He nodded once in approval, "Well done."

I shrugged, "Thanks, sir."

He stepped in, and turned slightly, signaling me to follow.

I hopped in, tripped on the edge of my coat, and tumbled in.

It quickly snapped shut with a strange, warped noise, leaving the two of us in it's dark expanse.

"Come along," He strode off in the dark depths, not in much of a hurry at all.

I sighed, and followed, careful to keep myself... 'afloat,' for lack of a better word, on my little reiatsu platform.

I soon caught up just behind him-I'd rather be near him than alone in this creepy place.

...Though, Aizen was rather creepy himself, I don't have to tell you people that. Still... there was a kind of difference about him... but I couldn't place what it was.

"So, training again tomorrow, right?" I asked, doing my best to keep up-his leisurely stroll was a freaking sprint for me; the dude was tall, and I... Well, was pretty short.

Hiss.

"Indeed so," He nodded.

"Cool..." I stuck my hands in my pockets, "Who am I going to fight, sir?"

"It's only a spar," He corrected, "And myself, of course."

"Oh? Er, really?" I bit my lip, not in any way looking forward to that. I figured he'd have me dirty someone else's hands, rather than his.

"Yes," He thinly smiled, "Anyone else simply wouldn't do."

"...How come, sir?" I asked, carefully choosing my words.

He turned, giving me his slit-eyed smirk, "Anyone else would certainly kill you-whether or not they heeded my order."

I stopped dead in my tracks.

"What is the matter?" He asked, a prickly warning just lying under his cool tone.

"...Your order, sir?"