Sora stood alone.
Eyes half-lidded. Shoulders loose.
He exhaled slowly, as if even the air was heavier now.
Because to him, it was. He had roughly, like, a week before he lost his control over Reishi, and he could feel his time ticking by.
"...So that's what made you."
A flicker of blue light in his iris—a memory not his own.
From inheriting Aizen's memories, from, you know, having absorbed all of his Reiryoku, he could see much more.
Also, for those wondering where that placed his scaling, he was now stronger than the state the Soul King was in.
He was still, however, way... way... way... 150x times more way, weaker than Prime Soul King—which meant if he did try anything against that beast, he would get fucked raw, with no lube at all.
POV Shift – The Past
Long ago... in the crumbling districts of Rukongai...
A child stood alone.
Mini Aizen—too young to be this still.
Too calm to be this alone.
He was born with an immense amount of Reiryoku. He was born a prodigy, one like no other—a one-in-a-thousand prodigy of the Seireitei.
He was curious about the world, but his immense power caused some issues.
He would find games to play. The people were mostly nice. He had nothing against them, but there was one thing wrong: no matter how much they tried, they couldn't fully understand him.
Not because of what he did.
But because of what he was.
So... he aimed higher.
The Seireitei.
That was the goal. He would claw his way there. Maybe there, he would find an equal—or at least, that was his hope.
Shinigami Academy – Aizen's Teenage Years
He learned faster than anyone else. What took others years took him days. Kidō, swordsmanship, spiritual theory? He inhaled it all.
But brilliance didn't earn him understanding. Only isolation.
They couldn't keep up. No matter how hard they tried, no one could understand him—no one at all.
He searched. Hoped.
Surely someone out there could look him in the eye without flinching.
Without fearing.
Without pretending.
But the more he searched...
The lonelier he became.
So he started hiding it.
The power.
The intellect.
The ache.
He buried it all under quiet smiles and polite bows—masking a storm beneath a composed exterior.
Until one day...
He read the name "Soul King."
And that day was the day his obsession with the Soul King began.
In the quiet of a candlelit library, teenage Aizen whispered to himself:
"...He must know."
The Soul King. The one above all. A being so powerful, the universe twisted around him.
Finally—someone who might understand.
And so, Aizen clung to the idea. Made it his anchor.
"If I become strong enough... maybe I'll meet him. Maybe he'll see me."
Reality, however, was quite cruel. Having mastered his Shikai ability already, it was quite easy for a genius like him. He got his Shikai three months after getting his sword, and mastered it three months later.
He did hide what his Shikai ability was, though—even acted as if he didn't have a Shikai yet.
And with his Shikai, he infiltrated the Tsunayashiro estate, slipping past layers of nobility and wards like a shadow given purpose.
There, behind gilded doors and ancient tomes, he found the truth.
The Soul King wasn't a ruler.
He wasn't even a person.
He was a tool.
A dismembered husk.
A puppet nailed in place by noble bloodlines.
An empty thing, kept alive because the world needed a fulcrum.
Aizen stared at the words, the diagrams, the cruelty of it all—
And the illusion shattered.
The one figure he thought could share his pain?
Was just another prisoner.
And something inside him snapped.
That was...
That night, something died.
And something far colder was born.
"If this world is built on lies... I'll tear it apart."
Sōsuke Aizen stopped seeking understanding.
He started seeking dominion.
Not because he wanted power—
But because the world had shown him that truth and peace couldn't coexist.
So he'd create a new world.
A place where he would reign above all.
And maybe—just maybe—in that new world...
Someone would rise.
Someone who could reach him.
Someone who could understand him enough...
To stop him.
And his wish did come true.
Back to the present.
Sora opened his eyes. The wind brushed past his coat.
"...You weren't born a monster," he murmured. "You just gave up waiting for someone who saw you."
The gun was cold in his hand, but the moment had passed.
Aizen was gone.
What remained was the memory of a lonely boy who wanted someone to walk beside him at the top...
...and became a god to escape the bottom.
He sighed a bit. Well, he hoped wherever his soul was right now, it was a good place.
Hm, Sora did have a vast majority of his memory, though—so whoever Aizen was reborn as would have practically no memory of the past. Still probably remember his loneliness. Hopefully, that would be enough to stop him from going to the dark arts.
He sighed. Well, if he did go there, either Sora himself would stop him or fate would. This was his goddamn second chance—he better not ruin it.
Sora hoped he wouldn't ruin it.
Anyway, Sora had shit to do.
Shit that rhymed with getting his friend the help that they so needed right now.
But first, he had other shit to do.
A/N.....don't ask question, backstory is fanon,also I have reason to believe that somewhere during his search for knowledge he found out about the soul king, and wanted to learn more about such being as they seem alike.
Yet when he learn the truth reality shatter like glass, personally think that why in the canon show he showed such hatread toward the soul king when he was defeated.
Like come one, y'all watch bleach to,you all saw how Aizen crash out while mentioning the soul king after he lost,mind you this is like the only time he was showcase crashing out.
So I thought…hey, that seem personal