The soul society is attempting to create the bridge to the Royal palace. At the same time Aizen sits bound to the chair Mayuri had designed to keep him locked down. The eyepatch seal still over his right eye. His hands completely sealed off and immobilized.

“So anyway, since you’re not in top shape yet, do me a favor and just stay put for a while, alright? Until the gates ready.” Shinsui says to Aizen as he begins to walk away. “I think you’ll find your time together more than adequate.”

As he walks off with a smirk, I step closer to you. My foot crushing the small rocks underneath my feet, alerting you to my presence.

Aizen glances over and for a fraction of a second his face displays genuine shock. Only to quickly mask it once again. He hadn’t seen you for two years now. It made his chest flutter to look upon your beauty once again. The last time he had seen you was the final battle, tears streaming down your face as he was sealed. He had thought about that a lot in solitary confinement. And how he had left you pregnant.

You were wearing your onmitsukido shihakusho. Just like old times. Your stomach no longer swollen. Your long hair and been cut significantly shorter, into a bob. Aizen had always loved your long soft hair.

“Airi…” Aizen speaks as I step closer.