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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, 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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