[Reaper Lanping] Dark River

"Hey, we've already found you!"

It was still a sweet darkness, and the drowsy dream was suddenly dragged in.The rusty knife was still stuck in front of the torii gate of the shrine, and when Hirako let go, her hair fell to the ground again.

The knife had stopped crying, and the blade trembled slightly.

I am not disgusted with this dream, and it may be a clue to find Aizen's knife.

The bridge deck is still full of decay, and the surrounding scenery seems to show no signs of improvement.

"Are you the captain of the master?"

The childish voice asked him timidly.Regarding this question, Pingzi slammed his mouth, feeling very complicated.

"Not anymore," he said, feeling suddenly relieved for some reason.

"Not anymore." Hirako repeated in a low voice.

The blade no longer trembled, but the voice of Jinghua Shuiyue was still full of confusion: "But...but the master always said...the one standing on the bridge is his captain?"

Pingzi was a little surprised: "Huh? On the bridge?"

For many days in the dreamland, he never looked behind him after he got off the bridge.He kept running forward, wandering through the streets and alleys in order to find the mirror, but he never looked back to see what the bridge looked like; it might be because he could see it in reality, so he didn't care.

After listening to Jinghua Shuiyue's words, he turned his head and looked at the bridge when he came.He obviously ran a long way in the dream, but when he looked back, the bridge was right behind him, with a never-ending gentle silver moon hanging high above it.

"Look, you look exactly like the man on the bridge."

He hesitated as he spoke, but he didn't know what kind of expression Pingzi had with his back turned to him.

Looking in the direction of Flowers in the Mirror and Moon in Water, this is what I look like.

Wearing the fifth team's haori, with long hair hanging loose, holding hands on the railing, the silver moonlight fell on her shoulders.Originally, my hair wasn't that long, and I don't know why.

He decided to spend three seconds to love himself...

"That's what the master said, his captain."

Jinghua Shuiyue's voice was small, as if recalling the scene of talking with Aizen, and there was a little smile in his voice.

"A beautiful and sensitive person is perfect for this scene. It's really hard for him to make trouble for no reason... But because he is a person who cares, it doesn't matter."

Pingzi rarely stretched out his fingers to scratch his cheek in embarrassment: "Well, I can get your evaluation..."

"It's not mine, the master said so."

"Aha?"

Pingzi's eyes widened in surprise: "What? That guy Aizen?? What did he say?"

"I said I cared about you." Jinghua Shuiyue betrayed her master generously, "Look, your appearance here proves that I am not lying!"

Hey, it is obviously a knife to help the master lie, it is much more excessive than Ni Fu.

The self on the bridge raised his head and looked at the silver moon.It feels weird, looking at yourself or something.

"You, that..." Jinghua Shuiyue's voice became soft again, "Although it's impolite to ask...but...you still don't know...where are you now?"

A bad feeling rose in his heart, Hirako looked at the mirror, and tightly grabbed Haori's cuff: "Aren't I dreaming?"

"It can be said that, I am also very grateful that you have found my main body..."

The Flower in the Mirror and the Moon in the Water sounded a little disappointed: "I thought the master would tell you, here is..."

The surrounding scene began to blur again, Hirako Mako stood still, and Zanpakutō also stopped talking.

"Tell the master that the girl in the shrine is innocent."

Hirako opened his eyes, and Aizen was still sleeping peacefully beside him, his eyelashes turned into fine shadows under his eyes, the sky was still white, and he could take a closer look at Aizen with the ray of light coming in from the sky.

"So... Aizen?"

Aizen didn't move.This time, Pingzi was not in a hurry to wake him up, but put on his casual clothes first. He preferred a shirt and slacks.When he fastened the tie and loosened it on purpose, he heard a slight muffled sound as he put it on.

Sure enough, nothing happened, great.

But thinking of those words in the dream, he still hesitated to speak, and he couldn't help but care.Suddenly he lost his ability to speak and didn't know what to say.

Whether it's good morning or asking questions, I don't think it can really express what he thinks in his heart.He turned his head back and observed every move of the man on the bed through the full-length mirror.

"...Ping Zijun?"

As keen as Aizen, after waking up in a daze for a few seconds, it was easy to notice the abnormality of the other party; there were no weird greetings, and no impatience on the face, the expression was too calm.

What is the tone and expression of the always gentle voice when he said something about himself to his knife?

"Blue dye..."

He turned around, put one hand in his pocket, leaned against the wall, and looked at the man.

"You know, right, what is the dream about me?"

Lan Ran put on her glasses, and seemed to be aroused after listening to it: "Oh? Did Jinghua Shuiyue tell you?"

"No."

When he said this, the blond man's voice was somewhat dissatisfied: "I can only tell you that the girl in the shrine is innocent."

She tried her best to hide her curiosity and uneasiness with frivolity, and Aizen could see this restless state of mind.

"It's okay to tell you the truth," he said lightly, "The Aizen River in your dream is the world of my mind."

Every god of death will have his own inner world, which is used to communicate with Zanpakuto and improve his practice; every god of death has their unique mental image world, which is where they hide their secrets.

Hirako thought it might be that Dao Po just wanted to tell herself where she was being imprisoned or what, but never thought that the Aizen River in her dream was the world of Aizen's mind!

In the secret deeply buried by this terrible man, on the wooden bridge under the moonlight, I stood myself.

Feelings stronger than disgust clattered in his body, and he was momentarily shocked and speechless.

"...Your knife said you cared about me..." His back molars were aching, "Why, Aizen?"

Why……

Aizen laughed out loud.

He doesn't have Bengyu and amazing wisdom like Urahara Kisuke, nor does he grow up as a test subject under the care of Aizen like Kurosaki Ichigo.

Is there any place in me that this terrible man who wants to stand on the sky can care about?

Eternal night, forever crippled moon, quietly flowing river, quiet, stable, but lonely place.So there is such a place hidden in Aizen's heart?

The atmosphere is subtle and awkward.

"Don't worry about it, it's just because there are some things that I can't let go of." Lan Ran shook her head, took the clothes and changed them, and didn't even look at Pingzi.

"Then this is an order, you take off your clothes." Hirako said seriously.

Lan Ran's eyes darkened, but she still spoke in a confused and dissatisfied tone: "Captain, don't pretend to be unconscious, I know you are not drunk."

Hirako Mako insisted on pressing on him: "It doesn't matter if I'm drunk or not! Take off your clothes!"

His deputy captain looked like he was going to go berserk, staring at a pair of beautiful eyes that were usually hidden under the lens, and stared at him without blinking.

"Can you tell me the reason for carrying out the order?" Aizen squeezed out such a sentence from his mouth.

"Because you are so pretty." Pingzi said without thinking.

... What is the reason for this!

"You look so good...Hey, Yousuke, I said, you are my vice-captain, you have to meet the requirements of the captain. I am a man anyway...You are also a man, understandable, um ?”

I'm sorry, I can understand, but I absolutely don't want to understand you in this state!

The warm breath belongs to this man's unique smell, even in his own mental world, he has never imagined it before.

He was also complained by Jinghua Shuiyue, "It's too bad, master", but he obviously has more important things to do than love.

Want to get him, that's for sure.

Jinghua Shuiyue is a naive child who hastily found himself, and finally learned a little bit of the world under his teaching.

He didn't trust the outside world at all. Although he thought it was good, it caused the child to always maintain a sense of fear of the outside world.

It will be more lively when you are with yourself.

The first time I met Mako Hirako was in Mao’s graduation test. The quiet Kyoka Suigetsu made him a little confused. It wasn’t until the second time when he joined the fifth team that he realized that Mako Hirako looked at him strangely, and cut his hand at his own. Touch the soul sword.

After a few more times like this, in a dream one night, Jinghua Shuiyue carefully told herself.

"That, the long-haired man's knife."

"That's my captain."

"Hmm... Master... Well, his knife is very strange."

Mako Hirako's sword is called Nifu, but Aizen still doesn't know what his Zanpakuto's ability is.

"That one named Nifu looks very similar to me." She said timidly, "Sorry, he seems to have noticed me."

No wonder the captain looked at him so strangely, presumably his knife communicated with him, right?

From getting the Zanpakuto to now, Kyoka Shuiyue has never encountered a sword with similar abilities to her.

On the bridge with Flowers in the Mirror and Moon in the Mirror, looking down at the clear flowing water under the bridge, Aizen sighed.

"Feel sorry……"

Jinghua Shuiyue began to apologize uneasily again: "I didn't hide well enough, and I was noticed."

"Well, it's nothing, don't blame yourself." He said, "I haven't solved it in front of the captain. Compared with this, after I solved it, this situation will not happen again, don't worry."

The only sword that trusted him suddenly felt concerned about the outside world, and Aizen felt a little melancholy.

"But that man is completely different from the master."

Jinghua Shuiyue, who was complaining like this, let out a small sigh, and her tone was exactly the same as Aizen's: "It's always making things difficult for the master, and returning a lot of official documents to the master, it's too bad!"

Aizen laughed: "What must be done to join the team does not affect my research."

Aizan, who had been comforted by the mirror, burned his application paperwork for transfer to the [-]th Division when he opened his eyes to welcome the new day's light.

A man who is completely different from me... No, maybe that man has something similar to me in his heart.Who said that the outside must be consistent with what you want in your heart?

I couldn't help but start to care.

Every move, every smile and every exaggerated and frivolous words, occasionally sharp speeches, and intentionally hidden strengths, even habitually use ghosts when going out on missions, and have never liberated Zanpakuto.

His own sword resonates with the opponent, so what is the ability of Hirako Mako's sword?

His gaze focused on Hirako Mako's face, and the other's dark golden eyes were blurry... Presumably when he cared about the other party, the other party also noticed him.

So now this situation is by no means accidental.

Lan Ran's middle finger and index finger were close together, and she made a ghostly gesture at Pingzi silently.This is a ghost way to help the unconscious god of death to wake up quickly, and it also has the effect of sobering up, but other gods of death generally don't use this trick to sober up.

In an instant, the hazy fog in front of the dark golden color dissipated, and Hirako stopped moving with his eyes widened in shock, his hands still on his collar.

"Well, Captain, can you get up?"

"..."

Hirako bounced at an unprecedented speed, stuttering in panic, "Souyousuke...I...ah...that..."

"Control yourself a little bit, captain." Aizen sat up while propping up the tatami mat. At this time, Hirako Mako was sitting on his lap with her legs spread apart, with a wonderful expression on her face.

The moment he lowered his head and kneaded the bridge of his nose, a dark and unclear color flashed in his eyes.

The best time is coming soon.

At this time, it is better not to have side effects.

"That, Soyousuke, I'm sorry."

The blond hair fell smoothly from her shoulders, Mako Hirako turned her head to the side, her face flushed slightly.

In the dim and flickering light, he raised the back of his hand to cover his mouth, and whispered this.With evasive eyes and an awkward look - Aizen couldn't help but want to tease the other party.

"Captain, you just said that I look good." He said slowly.

"Hey! You're so annoying!" Pingzi yelled, stood up from him and looked down at him, with his hands on his hips, "It's embarrassing to be drunk!"

A feeling of joy passed through his heart.

"I heard the captain say that just now... I'm still very happy."

He turned his head and fumbled for his glasses.Hirako's shadow blocked the light behind him, and for a moment he couldn't see where his dark-framed glasses fell.

The smell on his body still seemed to linger in his nostrils.

Could it be possible that you were happy just now?

Obviously something more interesting than this kind of thing is in front of him, he thinks like this, there is no need to be happy about such a small thing, right?

His desire doesn't stop there; if a certain day really stands in the sky, the whole world is in his hands-it's easy to have a death.

But why do you want to have this person?

Is it just because of Hua Jinghua Shuiyue's reaction?

Although he didn't understand why Kyoka Suigetsu specifically mentioned the shrine maiden, Aizen still planned to go to the shrine to see for himself.

Pingzi didn't speak a word along the way.There was no result if he continued to ask, and he clearly saw the rejection in Aizen's eyes.After he was silent, the two looked at each other for a long time in the room.In the end, Hirako was the first to admit defeat to this frozen and embarrassing scene, opened the door and walked out by himself.Not long after, Aizen also came out of the room, holding the mirror in one hand and the room card in the other into the inner pocket of his light gray suit jacket.

Walking on the road, it seemed that they didn't want the two of them to look around all the time, and the atmosphere was weird, so Aizen spoke first.

"She was a shy kid."

"what?"

"Flowers in the mirror and moon in the water." Lan Ran said, still holding his own knife in his hand.Probably because he lost it and found it again, so Pingzi helped cast Qu Guang to hide his knife and held it in his hand, as if he didn't want to leave it for a moment.

Hirako crossed her arms behind her head and looked up obliquely.Aizan usually lags behind him, even at the beginning of this trip to Kyoto.Now that he was walking side by side with him, he realized that Aizen was not a little bit taller than him, which hurt his self-esteem a little.

There were people coming and going in the Tenman Shrine, and Aizen didn't go directly, but went to the wishing board first, thoughtful.

They are all here to promise marriage, but there is really no sincerity in it.

"Don't you think it's ridiculous, Ping Zijun?"

Scanning those painted horses, he spoke coldly, which belonged to his usual ridicule and contempt for the outside world: "In that story, the plot is that one party is dead, but the other party is alive; Not a happy ending."

Hirako folded his arms in front of him, and frowned impatiently when he heard this.Although this kind of Aizen is considered normal, but at the same time he also hates this kind of Aizen.

"Going to such a place to pray for a happy marriage, human beings are really superficial and ridiculous."

Under the cold gaze, invisible pressure radiated out.Even though there was no spiritual pressure, his captivating aura reminded him of Aizen who was dressed in white and held a mirror in his hand during the Winter War.

Is this just venting anger?Because I don't know where my sword spirit is, and I don't have the strength to directly find out and crush the culprit, resulting in dissatisfaction.

"Why don't you say that, Aizen-kun?" He stretched out his hand and patted him on the shoulder, "Human beings' wishes are always good, don't put on a scary expression, the cute girls around you will leave!"

Aizen's originally light brown eyes shrank slightly and turned dark brown.

Isn't it ridiculous?

Does he want to go back to the way he was before?Should I blame myself for doing that kind of thing at that time?

Disguise yourself with a frivolous appearance, and comfort you with no margins, as if what happened that morning never happened.

He couldn't help feeling annoyed that Mako Hirako was challenging his endurance without knowing it.

Why did I have to temporarily soften my heart and do such a thing to him?Obviously seeing more pain in his eyes, making him crazy about himself and hating himself deeply, that way he will feel more refreshed, proving that he is not alone in unilaterally caring about inequality.

He should never care about it, it should be that everything in this world should look up to him.

Although the pursuit of power has disappeared, the arrogance engraved in his bones does not allow him to care too much about other people.

While deeply disgusted by Hirako Mako who pretended to be herself, on the other hand, she was annoyed by her vacillation and weakness.

If it was the flower in the mirror and the moon in the water by my side...

Even the naive and ignorant inquiry and the useless answer would make him feel a little bit at ease.

"Don't bother Ping Zijun to worry about this."

Then act as if nothing happened and obey your will.

Together with those things after that, let's pretend that it never happened.

A warm and warm smile reappeared on Lan Ran's face. When he smiled, it seemed that even the temperature of the cool spring breeze around him would rise.

Hirako is familiar with this smile. 110 years ago, when he felt helpless about his occasional actions, he would smile at the girls of the "Aizen Personal Guard", and he would often show it when he was facing Tao. Such a smile, right?

The indistinguishable soft smile, the warmth in the handsome man's eyes - all this is false.

Some of the girls around secretly cast surprised or shy glances, which made him suddenly feel angry from his chest.

Are you venting to yourself?The one who obviously concealed the matter was himself, and the one who vented his anger was also himself; instead of maintaining that awkward and ambiguous state, it would be better to deal with the relationship between them normally, right?What is he thinking?Pingzi didn't understand at all.

"Well, isn't this kind of smile nice? Look, even Miss Tianma is here!"

Looking in the direction Hirako raised his chin to indicate, barely suppressing the irritated Aizen turned around, and saw the shrine maiden named Tenma Chizuru.The moment he saw Aizen's face, Tianman also froze in place, at a loss, and then a faint blush appeared on his face, and he moved over in small steps.

"The other party is blushing, Aizen-kun."

Pingzi said in a low voice as if she was watching a play in the back, as if she was having fun.

"Are you the priestess of this shrine?"

Aizen ignored Hirako, but lowered his head slightly, looking at Amman Qianzuru.

Neither of them had ever seen Tianma Qianhe, and the impression of the two of them was that one thought he was easy to deceive, while the other was used to the admiring gazes of women on him, just because this girl looked very similar to him. The familiar look just feels confused.

"Excuse me... are you... Mr. Aizen?" the girl asked him cautiously.

Soft voice, delicate face, the cherry blossoms that just bloomed behind the wishing board fluttered a few petals from time to time, and landed on her long black hair hanging loosely on her chest, and there was a little bit of shyness in her brown eyes and curious.

"Ah, I am." Lan Ran nodded, the smile on her lips was still just right.

The girl seemed really surprised, but quickly lowered her head, Aizen could only see the moment when her red ears were exposed; she quickly raised her head again, looking at Aizen.

"Although I said that...it's really rude...but Aizen-san..."

Difficult, confused, and with a little bit of determination, she closed her eyes and raised her voice, which was as thin as a mosquito just now.

"I... I have been... dreaming about Mr. Aizan all the time for the past few days."

Aizen and Heiko's eyes widened in surprise at the same time.