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Ishida resisted the urge to roll his eyes as the almost nauseating aura surrounded him.
It wasn’t often that a Shinigami entered the world of the living— although he had to admit there were more showing up lately than there used to be; however the presence of the traitorous Aizen wasn’t usually one of the ones who showed up at all, let alone frequently. Yes, Ishida was well aware that Kurosaki had been the one to defeat Aizen, as well as he was also aware of the fact that they had locked the man up. Although, knowing the soul reapers and their barbaric nature, he wasn’t surprised in the that the man standing behind him was who he was; seeing as the Shinigami were so easily defeated. It probably wasn’t that hard to escape his confines.
Turning to face the older male, Ishida’s eyes narrowed slightly as perfectly manicured brows knit together. Reaching up to adjust his glasses, using the tips of his fingers on his left hand; the Quincy simply stared for a moment, eying the soul reaper with faint disinterest.
“What do you want, Shinigami.” He spoke coldly, the last word nearly hissed from between his lips. Obviously not in the mood for idle chit-chat with an enemy of not only the Soul Society, but the human world as well, the archer adjusted the shoulder strap which was currently connecting his bag to his body as he looked the male in the eyes.
Sosuke Aizen had found himself wondering the paths of Karakura town, simply for his own formal entertainment. He had already stirred up quite the travesty and simply wanted to enjoy his time causing havoc in what would seem to be perceived as a childish antic. But simply, as much time had passed, he often wanted to see the progress in power as well as the changes made with his own brown hues, rather than the collective data shown and given daily by his own loyal espada.
As he purposely rounded a corner, he sensed that the quincy boy neared, causing his own presence to be well known. Dark irises well known by the higher being met his own dark brown orbs, the look of disdaining hatred meeting his lingering gaze to add to his utter beguilement. Giving the young male time to reminisce as such about the past proceedings of his own doing, particularly to the said town as well as Kurosaki Ichigo, his arms came to cross and lay subtly against his chest in wait whilst the other contemplated, surely, what he would do in such a situation that posed a threat, rather than hindrance as such.
From disdain to derision, the males form seemed figuratively disinterested regardless of his own higher presence, to which he found rather amusing that the quincy boy would show such arrogance. ”What an open ended question you have seemingly asked me, quincy boy, Ishida Uryuu. However, to create an answer for such a question would be endless. For now I will allow it to remain unanswered, causing you to wonder aimlessly at my very motive.” Aizen smirked accordingly at his playing words, keeping in mind full well that the male was in no mood to do so.
How utterly cocky. Ishida thought, withholding the urge to roll his eyes at Aizen’s words. It’s no wonder the Shinigami cannot stand him, despite him being one of their kind. He is positively annoying. Musing quietly to himself, the archer’s lips pursed into a tight, thin line as he refused to snap back at the other with some witty comment. Of course, he realized, this was the first time he had ever spoken with the male, one on one; and although he hadn’t truly witnessed Aizen’s greatest power, he was well informed, considering he both knew and saw how Ichigo himself had ended up and he was the Soul Society’s last resort.
Shinigami, Ishida’s mind hissed. They can’t do anything without a human helping them, can they? Closing his eyes for a moment, Ishida reached up to adjust his frames and the light managed to reflect off his spectacles, causing a slight glare to momentarily hide his eyes from the others’ sight. Most people would be backing off right now, he supposed— seeing as Aizen wasn’t one to deal with, nor even speak to, when by ones self. Ishida, however, was not the least bit intimidated by the likes of Aizen, and knew very well that if need it be, he could escape most likely unharmed.
Now, getting back to the subject at hand, Ishida glanced up at the taller male as his hand slid down the strap of his bag, to lay lifelessly at his side. Wondering if they could even have a ‘human’ conversation without something coming up (such as dense soul reapers who would most likely only anger the traitor) he decided that it was best to ignore the male’s crude sense of humor if he further teased the Quincy with his words and light, mocking tone.
“I do not care if you deny me answer to that question, Aizen.” Ishida stated simply, giving the other a flat, somewhat bored look. “Your business is of course, none of mine— I am only to see to the human world, and make sure it remains in tact. Perfectly safe.” Raising an eyebrow at the other, he slid his opposite hand onto his hip. “I suppose you won’t bother answering any other questions that will escape my lips, so I won’t bother asking any.”
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