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When; January 12th, Night
Rating; Pg-13, though with some danger.
Characters; Aizen

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Summary; Aizen briefs his new contract subordinate about following orders and the future.
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As Tayuya entered the long, white hallways of Aizen's underground home, a voice rang out around her.

"Greetings, Tayuya. Please step into the main room. I shall be down momentarily."

Upon exiting the hall, a massive room sprawled around her. It was so white, it was almost blinding. There were several levels visible from the floor, and a large, wall-sized monitor where Aizen obviously made his posts. A single table with fruit stood at the center of the room.

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Tayuya did not like this place. It was too bright, too clean, too open. And the slight hangover wasn't helping much. But no matter. She'd known it was a bad thing that Aizen had called her here. Had known it may not end well. She'd told Suigintou she was just going out, but she knew the doll probably suspected otherwise. At the though the hand that held the ring of the contract tightened into a fist.

"Of course, Aizen Sousuke." Tayuya spoke to empty air, knowing he could hear her. Once again, she was developing a habit of this, the ninja had opted against her uniform, civilian clothes she could move and fight in worked good enough. But she didn't want to admit the touch of fear she always felt in the former shinigami's precence, a fear akin to her fear of her old master. Her still-master, in all events.

Aizen descended on a platform that moved seemingly of it's own accord through the air.

"The first order of business, then. I suppose I'll get right to it."

In an instant, Aizen released a crushing wave of reiatsu, strong enough to pin her to the floor.

How did she know this was going to happen? She almost sighed, only pushing back with her chakra enough to prevent the reiatsu of the former shinigami from crushing her too much, managing to stay on her knees and elbows, her face twisting into one of rage, though it was not visible through the shroud of her long hair.

"Let's do that." She grit out, shoulder's shaking slightly with the strain.

He recalled his energy and remained standing in front of her.

"Did I not tell you to be discrete?"

Tayuya picked herself off the ground, wiping the angry look from her face as she moved her hair back behind her ears, keeping the expression as neutral as she could.

"I was." She finally said. "Your boy was looking for something, and he just so happened to think it might have been under the bed." She was emphatic on that point, that he had not sensed her. She had been surpressing her chakra so much it had hurt, and she knew just by that dumb expression the man had worn, that he hadn't expected what he saw.

"You were still careless, and then you mouthed off to Rangiku. That displeased me. You could have simply left the conversation."

He advanced on her, his form towering over hers.

"Now what would you do to someone who offended you so? Would you cut off a limb? Gouge out an eye?"

In an instant, his sword was already out, it's tip just in front of her nose.

"What would you do?"

"I assumed it was better to give possible answers for her questions in lieu of my silence, which, I'm sure, would only cause her to look at my associations closer than she already will be." A slight twitch in her face as she found the sword leveled between her eyes, but she didn't focus on it, instead looking at Aizen himself.

"Depends on my position." She finally answered his threatening expression. "And on how useful they were to me when they didn't offend me."

"...A good answer."

He put his sword away and bade her to sit down at the table.

"Do you want something to drink?"

Tayuya inwardly breathed a sigh of relief, taking out a chair and sitting, crossing one leg over another and leaning back, arms crossed under her breasts.

"Please."

He opened a large refridgerator and laid out a glass of iced tea for her. Then he took a seat opposite hers.

"Tell me, Tayuya. What do you think of the world where you are from? Have you ever wondered why it is the way it is?"

One eyebrow arched. This was what he wanted to talk about? Her world? Taking a sip, she didn't make a face. Didn't like it, but didn't complain.

"Not really." She answered, one foot kicking idly. "It's the way it was. Not like I could do anything anyway, and besides, it worked well enough. As for what I think of it?" She smiled. "Life's a bitch, right?"

"Exactly!" he said, leaning across the table, "That is EXACTLY my point. It's not fair. A world where children have to fight each other? Where children with special gifts are shunned as monsters? Where you live your whole life as a pawn? A travesty."

He leaned back and crossed his legs.

"And yet EVERY world is like that. Haven't you ever once wondered if it could ever be changed? If one truly powerful being could end such insanity, in at least ONE world?"

"And that would be... you?" Tayuya finished, voice not changed from a steady, neutral, tone. She was used to these talks. Orochimaru had never used the word 'god', but she had known his goal. Supremacy.

The ninja had to admit, being here in this City... had changed her outlook. She'd always looked down on weak people, and children who couldn't defend themselves? Useless. But... as much as she'd pained her to admit it, she'd grown fond of several younger than herself, almost... loving the innocence they could possess. That she had never had.

"Tayuya, your previous master..." he paused, "...was a fool. He chased immortality. What useless prattle. It doesn't matter how many jutsus you know if you never chase anything more than a means to your own existence. His goals were purely selfish. He was wasteful and overly cruel, beyond the bounds of simple retaliation."

He stood and walked around the table, using his reiatsu to bring up some sand from his zen garden nearby. It formed into the shapes of the different insignia's of different villages.

"A proper leader punishes to fit the crime, he doesn't needlessly waste subordinates, he weighs the odds and plans to prevent too many casualties, and is responsible for seeing that those beneath him all have their own place, which is hopefully NOT on an experiment table."

Another shape, this time of a tiger attacking a deer, and numerous other predator/prey moments.

"Unfortunately, every world seems to run by the natural law of survival. Kill or be killed. Nature, itself, is evil. Only leaders who can accept that sometimes it is natural to be malevolent can truly excel. It is a paradoxical existence, being a strong leader."

Her first instinct was too protest such allegations, but found no use in such ingrained behaviors anymore. Not now. Not here. She was duly impressed by his sand display, leaning back, not forward, though she was interested.

"Most of the villages don't carry out experimentations like Sound." Tayuya pointed out. "Take Konoha, for example. They're considered the kindest ninja village, and one of the most strong. They always assign medic-nin's to groups, they actually don't let their kids start missions till around twelve."

Aizen chuckled low in his throat and formed the sand into Naruto's form.

"So, sealing an uncontrollable beast into a boy is 'nice'? Training them at twelve years old is that much better than training them at six? Teaching young people that their main worth is as tools is 'honorable'? That's my point. They ALL use children as weapons, and they stay that way their whole short lives. They can live and die at the hands of one unstable leader. All it takes is one bad leader to break the village."

He took a bit of an apple and continued.

"Murder is murder, at least I don't try to dress it up. My arrancar ENJOY killing. They are natural predators, having long ago discarded their lives as humans. But at least I can turn their talents to good cause. I'm not forcing people into a lifestyle by teaching them their whole lives that it's what they're 'supposed to do."

"Think about it, Tayuya. With the right leader, the villages could have been united. They could have forgotten their warring ways. You, your enemies, you all could have grown up trading stories instead of blows. You could have had an enjoyable childhood. You could still be in the living world."

Tayuya grew silent, listening, eyes lidded. He had a point, this was true. But as to where he was going with this...

"And?" She finally asked, not liking the reminder of a broken spine on her mind. "Where is this going, Aizen Sousuke?"

"I'm simply making a point on leadership. Tayuya, how would you like a proper teacher?"

He stood behind her and placed a hand on her seal.

"I will not punish arbitrarily and will not ask you to throw your life away. Plus THIS will be far more manageable. I will even personally train you."

"..." Tayuya flinched at the hand on her neck, inadvertantly allowing the seal a moment of control to pulse wildly before she forced it back down, other hand unconsciously touching the ring indicitive of her contract with Suigintou.

"To what end would I be working for?" She finally asked, already not liking the idea of another master. ... Not now. Not yet. She'd been waiting so long for this freedom she had obtained. And yet she was used to servitude.

"Merely offering assistance if I need it. I will not have near the demands of your last mentor. My other subordinates are usually enough, but they lack your...tact, in matters. You will have your own life and what you do in it is your own business."

"..." Tayuya fiddled further with the ring, reminding herself that, as weird as it was, she wasn't just looking out for herself anymore.

"I'll think about it." The ninja finally gave the former shinigami that.

"It's up to you, of course."

He retook his seat and took an iced-tea of his own.

"That is all I wanted to discuss. Thank you, Tayuya."

"I'll be going then." Tayuya stood stiffly, giving a short bow before she made for door.

"If you ever need me for another job you know where to find me."

"Of course."

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