Life in the Mafia, especially for someone as young as you, wasn't easy. Your mentor knew this better than anyone else and so your relationship with him ended up being a lot more than just mentor- protege. The man had practically become your father; only the adoption papers were missing.

"Why aren't you asleep yet?"

Aizen's voice echoed in the quiet living room. Despite having his back turned towards you, he still took notice of your footsteps. He was always perceptive like that.