[Reaper Lanping] Dark River

Kyoto at night is very lively.

"Obviously you are the fugitive, why did you let me dress up like this?"

"Compared to me, you are more conspicuous!"

After Hirako hooked up with girls a few times, Aizan couldn't bear it anymore, and gave Hirako all the scarf around his neck and the hat on his head.Hirako was tightly wrapped, even if she made any strange expressions, it would be futile.

"If you don't want me to be discovered, then control yourself." Aizen finally put the wide-brimmed hat on Pingzi's head.

Mako Hirako smiled happily: "It would be great if you were arrested at this time! I can still claim credit."

"Really?" Blue Ran asked him back.

After thinking about the scene where Aizen was caught and sent back to Wujian, Pingzi clicked his tongue and stopped talking.Although I will be very happy, I still feel a little bit unpleasant.

"Have you not walked like this since the incident 110 years ago?" Aizen continued, standing a little behind Hirako as if he was used to it.

Hirako Mako took a deep breath: "It's not true for you, you said that the one following me may not necessarily be you."

"Most of the time, in order to prevent you from seeing the flaws, I will still be by your side." Aizan said in a nostalgic tone, "There is very little time to come out at night, and most of the time you wander around during the day time."

"Don't speak in that tone, it's disgusting."

Aizen closed her mouth and stared at the top of Hirako's head.

It is indeed a rare thing to hang out on the streets at night like this. Whether it is the third seat or the deputy team, Aizan often has to work overtime. Usually the culprit of overtime is Hirako, because at that time five Fan team is not Kumon Fan team, he often takes away about a quarter of the team members as soon as he goes out on missions, so Aizen's progress is often slowed down by him, and he usually goes out in the name of patrol when he has nothing to do Walking around, Aizen will basically help him deal with things that must be signed by the captain.

So they used to have a good relationship.

It became like this because of the accident 110 years ago.

If Pingzi himself called it an accident, it is probably describing an accident in his own life, that's all; and if it comes from Aizen's mouth, it is somewhat ironic, so Aizen keeps silent about it .

Hirako is too smart, he is with Urahara, which makes Aizen feel embarrassed.It would be a matter of time before he doubted himself; it would be better to do it before that, and then finish the research on emptiness and collapse jade in the Soul Realm with peace of mind, but he didn't expect the timing to be so perfect.

In the past, I would still call him "惣右术, 僣双派", with a lazy tone, a drawn-out tone, and the ending sound disappeared in the ear with itching, and it was like the skin when the finger touched the tip of the knife lightly or heavily. It feels sharp and sharp.

In a trance, the pale yellow light was woven on the white shirt behind him, and it was like the person in front with long golden hair, walking in front, with a lazy figure, and an inexplicable faint fragrance.

"Why, cut your hair off?" He asked Pingzi aloud.

"Because it's very troublesome to keep it. In this world, I simply cut it short."

A nonchalant voice, without the imaginary resentment and anger.Obviously before, he would spend time to take care of his hair, but when he came back from the mission, he complained while washing the blood clots that had accidentally stuck to his hair and coagulated.

"It will be good to keep it." Aizan said with a smile, although Hirako couldn't see his expression at this time.

"...Why are you talking so much tonight?" The other party finally became impatient.

The long golden hair, the touch feeling in the hand, has a different kind of interest when it slips between the fingers.Only that time, which night, was the first and last time Aizen touched Hirako's long hair.It is also so lively on the street, but the people in front are not as sober as they are now.

——It also allowed him to find an opportunity to be obsessed with something other than his own pursuit indifferently.

"You wouldn't be surprised if I told you what happened to Aizen's sword, would you, Yoruichi?"

The passers-by cast strange glances, but Urahara still squatted on the bank indifferently, beside the feline Yoruichi.

"The river water is indeed absorbing spiritual power, not only that... We haven't seen a single one until now." Urahara continued to chatter, stirring the river water with his hands.After what happened yesterday, the investigation of the accident determined that there were too many people on the bridge, and the female tourist was so crowded that the center was unstable and she fell down. Because the river was still relatively shallow, her head was hit by a corpse stone and died on the spot; the place is currently under strict control The number of tourists has been reduced, but Urahara has his own way. At least until now, the staff who maintain order have not come to drive him away, and the others are too lazy to meddle in other people's business.

The dark river, the stones that have just been covered by flowing water, still look a little strangely dry.It is not surprising that it has lost the infiltration of water for nearly a thousand years.

"Have you noticed? There is both Aizen's spiritual power and Xu's spiritual power in this river."

"Ah, I noticed," the black cat said in a hoarse male voice, "the last time I came here, I obviously only had Aizen's spiritual power."

"There is still the spiritual power of the god of death, a very small part."

The black cat tried to fiddle with the water with its paws: "Are those gods of death who came to check?"

"That's right." Urahara said nonchalantly, "This river not only took away all of Aizen's spiritual power, but also absorbed other spiritual power - the released spiritual pressure is the best bait. When it is drawn into a river, it will be immediately decomposed into spirit particles and absorbed."

So the Xu who grabbed the female tourist's ankle was not the soul that hunted and killed human beings, but the last struggle before death; and because of this, the "spiritual things" that could have been captured by the camera were also greatly blurred.

"After Nimaiya invented the Zanpakuto, all Mao's graduates were uniformly given a shallow slap when they joined the team, but there were always a few Shinigami who were exceptions, such as Ichigo-kun, or Aizen." Urahara stared Looking at the shard-like lights reflected on the river, he said slowly, "In the second year he entered the school, he brought a sword with him. It may be because his sword found Aizen first... And when Aizen studied the virtualization technology later, he must have noticed that the material of the sword spirit is the same as the special virtual material he made."

"Since the soul of the God of Death can be blended together to form a powerful Void, why can't you separate the soul of Zanpakuto and make something else?"

"Unfortunately, each Shinigami can only have one Zanpakuto, so what Aizen told me is that he can separate the body of the sword from the soul of the sword, and make the soul of the sword materialize, that's all...not like before, other The sword needs to rely on Muramasa's ability to materialize."

The shimmering surface of the water reflects the scenery on the shore, but swallows the sound.

"So, do you have any plans?" Ye Yi flicked his tail, looking sideways at Urahara thoughtfully.

The spiritual power mixed and flowing under the water surface is indeed very attractive, and Urahara even began to be confused, what would happen if the spiritual power was absorbed?After all, Aizen wants to get the sword back in his hands—what will he do when he regains this power?

"Let's see Soyousuke's reaction, he might have thought of this too!"

He clapped his hands easily, stood up, stretched his arms and legs on the spot and moved around twice; Ye Yi nimbly jumped onto Urahara's shoulder, and one person and one cat disappeared into the crowd.

There was no harvest tonight, and it may be because of the special nature of this river. The gods of death who were still patrolling hard in the morning only dispersed into groups of two or three to patrol the vicinity at night.With the ear strength of two people, it is not difficult to hear Xu's wailing sound from outside.Aizen drew the curtains of the hotel room, and looked at Hirako who came out of the shower and fell on the bed.

"The hair is not dry yet." Aizen reminded him kindly.

"There is nothing, it's just a skeleton." Pingzi's voice came out vaguely from the pillow.

"That doesn't work either." Lan Ran took out a towel from the bathroom and threw it on Pingzi's head accurately. "The spirit body will also be affected, so dry yourself. I'm going to wash up."

Not to Aizen's surprise, when he came out after washing, Hirako was still drowsy with his head buried in the pillow.Is it because Yiku can devour spiritual energy?Aizan was thinking like this, but he didn't know it was because he was walking behind Hirako the whole time, which made the other party's nerves tense. After returning to the room, Urahara and the others were next door anyway, so he relaxed for a while.

Lan Ran sighed: "Get up, Captain."

There is no response, could it be that he is already asleep?That can be a bit of a hassle if it causes you to feel unwell the next day.But at the same time, Hirako's actions slightly satisfied his wishes.

He stood by the bed, lifted Pingzi up, and let his back rest on his lap.

"What are you doing..." Pingzi was a little dizzy, "Aizen, you can't..."

The towel fell on his head, and he felt the warmth of his hand through the towel.

"Spirit power is not for drying hair, blue dye, and it's not good for my hair." He wanted to struggle out from under the towel.

"What? I saw that you would use spiritual power to dry your hair before?" Aizen chuckled from above his head, "Or is it that my spiritual power is not good for your hair?"

From time to time, he carefully stroked his golden hair at the temples with his little finger a few times. It was wet and soft as in memory.Aizen wiped Hirako's short hair leisurely with a towel, and after taking off the towel, what she saw was short golden hair that was soft and snug again.

"Are you satisfied?" Pingzi fell back into the pillow without even looking at him.

how can that be possible?Aizen refuted him inwardly.

"Ah, then rest early, Captain."

Hirako didn't hear his good night.

In the new night, he closed his eyes, and what he entered was that familiar dream.

"あなたは...どこにいるの..."

Another voice calling.

Speaking of which, he had never tried to speak in this dream.

"Is anyone over there?" He raised his voice, hoping the other party could hear.

The crying stopped.

"Kun...Kun は... ではない... 私のあなたは... ではない..."

I'm not him, of course I'm not him, and of course I'm not your dear!

"Of course I'm not him!" He raised his voice impatiently, "Who are you? Where are you?"

The crying sounded again, and if you listened carefully, it was not the voice of a mature woman, but a softer, more tender and lovely one.

This time, Pingzi directly picked up the hair and threw it from under the bridge.

Stepping on the ground, I feel solid, and the wind around me has become clearer - the running speed is getting faster and faster, as if I am going to fly.

The crying still continued, so it should be not far away, and it will be found soon.

Immediately-

The scenes on both sides gradually blurred, and the bright moon that was still hanging high changed its direction.The cry was getting further and further away from him.It shouldn't be, when he stopped, it was the follow-up scene of his dream last night.

White walls, black eaves, chatting and laughing captains, vice-captains, and myself, mixed in.They sat together in the backyard of Division [-], next to a pond, with cherry blossoms in full bloom above their heads.

What he was subconsciously looking for was himself, already drunk on his face, holding Hiyori's hand, and then Hiyori kicked him in the belly, beside him was Aizen who was smiling helplessly, and he turned his head when he saw this scene Talk to Bamboo.

It's just a scene, and in this dream, everything is silent again, only the ripples from the pond next to it, and the sound of rippling water exist here.

Whose knife was thrown into the pool with the scabbard... The scene after being drunk is indeed a bit uncontrollable.

Aizen's knife was thrown into the pool by himself... In this way, Aizen was still working hard to give him dry goods after the incident, which proved how resilient he was.Seeing Aizen get up and walk towards him, Pingzi took a step back subconsciously.

"Soyousuke--I'm sorry--"

There was also a heartless and insincere apology from the other side of the party, and Mako Hirako didn't want to comment on it.

Aizen walked in gradually, which allowed me to see his expression clearly.

He didn't have the original smile, but when he called out his name, his eyes changed slightly, and the ingredients inside were so complicated that it was difficult to recognize.

Soyousuke, this title has been abolished by him for more than 100 years.Later, whenever they talked about him, the members of the Masked Army gritted their teeth and squeezed out the word Aizen, and he was no exception; at least in a sober state, when talking with Aizen, Habitually "you" come and "you" go, or simply say "hello" as calling him.

It sounded so intimate, he shook his head and smiled.

He watched Lan Ran take out the knife out of the water, and turned his head while holding the dripping knife.

Behind him, he was already drunk on the ground with a shoe on his head, Hiyori was dumbfounded.

"Hey Hiyori, you actually killed a captain-level god of death in one shot!" Urahara smiled as if he was afraid that the world would not be chaotic, and quickly ate the second shoe on his face.

Lan Ran frowned slightly: "Ah, captain... what's wrong?"

"Drunk, too bad for drinking."

Jingle shook his head as he spoke—it was quite gloating.

"..."

For a moment, Hirako wasn't sure if he saw Aizen's eyes similar to "relaxed" or "planned".

"There's no way to do this, it's causing trouble for everyone." He nodded apologetically to the captain and vice-captains present, then picked up Pingzi from the ground and carried it on his back, "I'll send the captain back right away, Sorry to disturb everyone's interest."

Jingle Chunshui waved his hand indifferently: "Where, under such a beautiful moonlight and cherry blossoms, you can't live up to the beautiful scenery when you get drunk! On the other hand, Yousuke, you should come and drink with us often, don't be like this rusty!"

"If the official documents are not finished, even with good wine in hand, I don't feel at ease." Aizen still smiled, so it sounded like he was usually squeezing him to be a coolie (in fact, he was).

He walked slowly out of the yard with his back on his back, away from the sight and perception of the captains, and then used Shunpo. After a few ups and downs, he arrived at the gate of the fifth team, put him down, and put Hirako's arm on him On the neck, they returned to the team building like this.

Under the light of the faded candle in the white lantern at the door, Lan Ran hesitated for a moment before helping him in, then wrapped his arms around his waist with one hand, and the other hand that was holding his arm to prevent him from slipping off , reaching for his hair.

Pingzi reflexively hugged the long hair he picked up, feeling a chill.

He played with it carefully in his hand, as if he was studying it, and kept rubbing it on his hair.

Tsk...it feels so strange...to see my hair being stroked back and forth like this.

Aizen carefully picked up a strand of hair, and let the hair slip from his hands naturally, playing with it repeatedly as if fascinated.Under the light, his brows were slightly frowned, and he was handsome. His slightly raised eyes were narrowed behind the lenses, and even the corners of his mouth curved slightly upwards. His profile was unbelievably beautiful.

Very suitable for this kind of night, very suitable for appearing in dreams.

After a while, he seemed to realize something, quickly withdrew his hand, and walked through the gate of the team building of the fifth team with half hug and half support.

Everything around is melting rapidly, but the sky is still almost dark blue.When he came back to his senses, the crying sound was nearby, and he still kept holding his long hair tightly, not recovering from the scene just now.

The crying was intermittent and choked up from time to time.

"Where are you?" He reacted and asked the cry.

With a choked answer, he froze in place.

"You just... saw it... あなた's... my... secret... Is it..."