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http://www.fanfiction.net/s/9642776/10/"Wait a minute…since you succeeded in rescuing Kuchiki Rukia, what did Aizen extract from the Gigai?"
Blinking in confusion, the teens exchanged befuddled looks, before shrugging in answer.
Ulquiorra blinked in barely there surprise as Gin blew past him in a blazing fast shunpō. His sharp hearing picked up on a faint boom as the traitor captain accelerated even more in his bid to escape the vicinity.
Wondering at just what had prompted the man to flee, he turned his catlike gaze onto the open doorway and his poison green eyes came to rest on his lord and master.
Aizen was deathly still.
Ulquiorra followed his gaze to the small pedestal in the center of the otherwise empty room and his eyes just managed to make out the object resting merrily underneath Aizen's outstretched fingers, which were still held in a facsimile of deathlike stillness.
At the boundary of Las Noches, Gin sighed in relief even as his knees crashed into the floor, leaving him digging a furrow due to his previous momentum.
He had managed to clear the blast radius.
It was only then – lying with his face pressed into the bleached white sands of the Hollow Realm – that Gin gave into the urge that had been bubbling inside him ever since Aizen had unsealed the retrieved Hōgyoku.
Thinking back to the expression on the man's face as the form of the purple orb had wavered before sliding off like steam off a baked bun, Gin let loose.
Great peals of laughter erupted from behind his vulpine grin while Aizen's murderous reiatsu blanketed the entirety of his fashioned kingdom, leaving more than half of his forces passed out from the overload and even a few vaporized from the storm of power.
Meanwhile, back in the room, Ulquiorra grit his teeth while he strained to maintain consciousness as Aizen strode past his prone form, carrying with him the raging maelstrom of death death death.
On the pedestal, a single strawberry mockingly glowed red with the freshness of life.
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