Healing His Solitude - Aizen Sousuke Love Story

Chapter 12 - Purpose

Shiori pov:

I gave another inaudible sigh as I followed the two Arrancar in this seemingly endless place.

After walking through the hallways for another five minutes, we reached a big room. I remember Aizen san calling this place Las Noches....it looked to me like this was the only building in Hueco Mundo. I couldn't sense anybody else besides the Arrancar and the three shinigami.

I could feel other hollow reiastus around even though I couldn't see them. I guess there were many of them in and around this place. After all, this world was where hollows came from.

Coming back to the present, when we entered the room, I noticed eleven people including Aizen san sitting at a long table. The backrests of the chairs were really high and the table was a long twelve seater. The chair on Aizen san's right side was empty. Tousen san and the other shinigami with lavender hair were standing a little away from the rest. The one with lavender hair was leaning coolly against the wall with his arms crossed and a smirk on his face.

"You've come, Shiori." Aizen san's voice echoed in the hall. It made me tense momentarily but I let out a breath and relaxed.

"Come, sit down." He turned his head back to look at me with a smile. He motioned with his hand to the empty seat on his right. Taking a deep breath, I walked to the table ignoring the stares I was receiving from everyone else. I sat down awkwardly and glanced around at the Arrancar watching me.

"Loly, Menoly, you may leave." I looked back at Aizen san as he sat with his eyes closed. The two Arrancar who had escorted me here glared at me before giving a deep bow and leaving the room. The doors were shut behind them which left me in the awkward silence with these people.

I felt nervous and suffocated here. All the reiatsus around were strong and oppressive. Aizen san's was the strongest and even though he was keeping it at the very minimum, I still felt the pressure. It was like some sort of contraption that stopped me from getting enough air into my lungs. At the moment, the seriousness of my situation hit me hard and made my palms sweat in anxiousness.

"Shiori, I hope that you had a good rest. You do look much better that what you did when you first arrived here." Aizen san looked at me and I nodded.

Breathe Shiori. Just breathe. Seriously, why was I being so flustered? I mean, even if he is the bad guy, he wasn't showing signs of wanting to kill me or torture me. In fact, this was almost VIP treatment.

"Yeah....I do feel much better now. Thank you." My voice wasn't as normal as I had hoped it would come out. It was a little hesitant but he didn't comment on that. He smiled and looked over me for a minute before speaking.

"The dress suits you. It is a symbol of alliance with me and the Espada gathered here. So I hope you will not do anything that threatens your loyalty to us." My brow twitched at his calm and easily spoken words. I guess I hadn't really thought about it before, but all these people wore white clothes with bits of black here and there. The three shinigami were the only ones who wore the black haori and hakamas over which they had the white coat.

And what did he mean, betray their loyalty? I wasn't even their ally to begin with so where did the question of loyalty even turn up?

"Loyalty?" I asked him curiously. Bad mistake though. My eyes went wide as he narrowed his eyes at me and I felt his reiatsu spike.

His reiatsu was strong and oppressive. Just by raising it, he had effectively sucked the breath out of my lungs. I couldn't breathe and I was starting to choke on the air. I gripped my chest with my hands as I broke out into a sweat. My whole body convulsed in not just pain but also a gush of fear. Who was this guy?! What kind of crazy reiatsu was this?! I was scared!