Wizen Aizen

"I-I would advise holding on tightly John," Ulqui quietly mumbles, the faint blush touching her cheeks darkening the longer you are in contact with her, "For some a dual Sonido is a very disorienting experience."

Despite the warning you smile, your hand squeezing the pale girls shoulder as you softly reassure her, "I trust you so don't worry about it."

That only seems to send an even dark flush of radiant crimson across Ulqui's face, her voice coming out in an unsure stutter, "A-Alright..."

If one were to ever feel the **** of going from a complete standstill to one hundred miles per hour in the blink of an eye then the two of you certainly have something to talk about. The pressure is as intense as the booming static that surrounds you, the swirling of colors and visions drowning your body in a sensory overload of epic proportions.

While it lasts but a second that is more than enough for you to be left thoroughly dizzy, your body stumbling around in a nearly drunken manner as you hear Ulqui's monotone voice call out, "John, we're he- watch out!"

Tripping over your own feet is a rather embarrassing event, however when you trip over it and onto someone you don't know then it only makes it one thousand times worse. It was just your luck that this was the case as you suddenly bump into someone and knock them down the second Ulqui and you touch down, your hazed eyes and nearly deaf hearing not allowing you to see who the hell you just bumped into. Despite this you can easily tell that whomever it is that you ran into is tall, lanky, and judging by the cool metal object in one of your hands they were wielding a sword.

Thankfully it only takes a few moments for your vision and hearing to clear up, something that only makes you wish you were struck deaf and blind forever. Sitting on the ground next to you, with his hand on the exact same cold steel blade as you is a short brown haired man, his hand gingerly rubbing at a random spot on his skull as he stares at you with a curious smirk, "I take it you are John?"

"Eh heh," you mutter, scratching your own head nervously as you nod, "Er, yes...I'm sorry about that. I've never really traveled like...well like THAT before."

The man chuckles rather charmingly as he stands up, his arms easily pushing him into a standing position while leaving you and his sword on the ground, "I understand...a Sonido takes some time to become accustomed to, especially if you are not the one performing it."

"Yeah...oh! Your sword," you suddenly realize, standing up with great haste and holding out the sheathed blade for the man to accept, "I'm sorry, I grabbed the first thing I found to stop the room from spinning."

The man offers you that same soft smile of his, dark brown eyes closing slightly as he gingerly accepts the crafted steel from you. Yet, the moment Aizen's fingers touch the blade you feel a pulse, a powerful throb that almost causes you to drop the blade right then and there. The moment Aizen takes firm hold of his sword you release it, you hand **** clenching and unclenching as if to wear away the tingling pulse you can feel vibrating along your palm.

"Aizen-sama," Ulqui's voice is the sound that thankfully draws Aizen's eyes away from you, the pale faced girl bowing before what you were willing to guess was the king of Las Noches, "I apologize, I was not concentrating on my Sonido when I arrived here with John."

Aizen stares at Ulqui for a moment before nodding, his hand waving her off with a few swift snaps of his wrist as he smiles, "it is quite alright but if you will excuse us, I must speak with John alone. You may join the others in the main hall and wait for us there."

"Yes Aizen-sama," Ulqui is quick to respond and after one longing stare at you she vanishes in the static hiss of her Sonido. It is at this point that you realize you are no alone with Aizen, the lanky man turning his attention back to you and giving you a smile that is quickly beginning to creep you the hell out.

"So you are John," Aizen says with interest, his eyes looking you up and down as he speaks, "interesting."

"Interesting?" you ask, curiosity and a bit of caution in your words as the man seems to be dissecting you with his eyes, "what do you mean?"

Aizen simply chuckles, turning his attention away from your body as he now stares directly into your eyes, "You have been here for only a few short hours and yet you have so many of my strongest fighters ready to go to blows for the chance to go home with you."

Your hand sheepishly scratches the back of your neck as you blush a bit and look away, "I...I'm not so sure about that."

Aizen chuckles again, interrupting you with a curt few laughs, "If I were to allow all of the female Espada in Las Noches who desire you to take a small part of your clothing you would be naked in seconds."

"That...is not very reassuring," You admit, you face bursting with a blush at the idea, "and also a bit embarrassing."

"I agree John, that is why I have asked you here," Aizen says, that smile of his never coming unglued as he speaks, "As you can see, with the vast numbers of female Espada vying for your hand it is only a matter of time before they begin to fight one another for the right to claim you." Aizen chuckles softly as his hand comes up to gently cup his chin with a few thin fingers, "that would severely weaken my army you see so I can't have that."

"Naturally," you mutter to yourself, your voice so soft that you don't there was any way that Aizen could possibly-

"I see that you agree," Aizen's smiling comment causes you to blanche a bit but Aizen simply continues his speech, "Also, it has come to my attention that should you leave with one of my Espada then several more will most likely follow you just for a chance to get close to you. Once again, I cannot allow that to happen."

You remain silent as Aizen gives you another look over from head to toe, his eyes covering every inch of your body before he nods to himself and looks you in the eye once again, "You also seem to be very honest and truthful, you would never deliberately harm any who you care form or who care for you. Correct?"

"Yes..." You have a strange and creeping suspicion itching at the back of your neck as Aizen continues to stare you down, "What are you getting at?"

Aizen's smirk grows slightly but it is almost an imperceptible twitch at the side of his mouth, "Judging by your choice of clothing you also are skilled in martial arts or at the very least have an intermediate level of knowledge in it."

The hand that had grabbed Aizen's sword begins to throb again, a pulsating tingle racing along you arm until it begins to itch at the back of your mind, "Yes...but you still haven't told me what you are getting at."

Aizen's eyes bore directly into your own, the itching in your arm and the back of your head becoming almost unbearable as he calmly speaks, "I want you to stay here in Las Noches and become an Espada so you can continue to please the female Espada who have taken an interest in you."