The room was silent.
Aizen sat with an air of utter composure, his presence alone making the very walls of Las Noches feel like they were closing in.
Sora, standing across from him, wasn't dumb. He knew what was happening.
Mind games.
Aizen wasn't going to kill him. Not yet.
No, this was the part where he planted seeds of doubt, made him question everything, twisted the knife in just the right way—
And worst of all...
Sora had no choice but to play along.
The man was stronger, and Sora's friends were still in this place. Sora just had to play along for a while longer.
Just a bit more, and his friends would be free.
"Sit, Sora."
Sora didn't move. His eyes flickered toward the door, but he knew dipping was not an option.
Aizen chuckled softly, taking another sip of his tea.
He found this whole situation quite funny. No matter how Sora tried to wriggle himself out of this, he would not leave here without hearing what Aizen had to say.
He would be forced to hear this yap.
Sora cringed...he felt like Uryu had just said something cringe, he didn't know why, he just felt it deep in his bones.
"Come now. Don't be rude. I had this tea imported."
"From where, your left ass cheek? Fucking Mars?"
"Sit."
"Fuck no."
Aizen sighed, shaking his head.
"Stubborn as ever. Just like your mother."
Sora tensed. Aizen pressed the wrong button—a Reishi blade was already forming.
"Keep my mother's name out of your fucking mouth!"
Maybe Sora was a bit pissed. That didn't matter much. Aizen got his attention.
"Ah. I see I've piqued your curiosity."
Aizen knew. He knew something.
And that meant—
"Sora." Aizen's voice softened, almost like he was indulging a child. "If you knew what I knew... you wouldn't be standing so defiantly."
Sora clenched his fists.
"Cut the bullshit."
Aizen exhaled through his nose, clearly amused.
"Language."
"...You gonna get to the point, or do I have to start flipping tables?"
Aizen chuckled.
"Patience, Sora. You must learn to savor these moments. After all... this might be the most important conversation of your life."
He gestured to the empty seat across from him.
"Now sit."
Sora's teeth ground together. His pride screamed at him to stay standing. But...
He wasn't stupid.
Aizen had leverage. He always did.
So, against his better judgment, he sat.
He didn't like the way this felt. Not one bit.
Aizen smiled.
"Good."
Even though that was what Aizen said, that was not what Sora heard.
"Good boy."
Was what he heard, and that shit pissed him off so much. No one called him that shit. He wasn't into that stuff, and if he was, he would be the one saying it.
Finally, Aizen spoke.
"Tell me, Sora... how much do you know about your mother?"
The question hit harder than he expected.
Sora didn't talk about his mother. Not because he didn't care—because he didn't know much.
She died when he was young. His dad never spoke of her. Everything he had learned was bits and pieces, half-truths at best.
"...Not much," he admitted, hating that Aizen could probably tell how much that answer irritated him.
Aizen smiled again, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction.
"Of course you don't. Ryuken kept too many secrets."
Okay, Sora didn't like where this was going. This man was playing mind games.
Sora wouldn't crack. He was unbreakable. He wouldn't budge.
"He hid the truth from you. Lied. Or rather... withheld the most important details."
Sora's fingers curled into his palm.
What the hell did he mean?
"...And what truth would that be?"
Aizen smirked, leaning forward just slightly.
"That your mother... was once a warrior of Yhwach."
He had about guessed as much, considering when he found her outfit, it had that weird emblem on it. Weird. Found it in Ryuken's drawer, alongside some other stuff.
Aizen let the words hang in the air, watching with amusement as Sora's brain caught up to the bombshell he just dropped.
"...That's bullshit."
Something in Aizen's voice—no, the way he said it—sent a chill down his spine.
Aizen placed his tea down.
"She wasn't just any soldier either. No, she was far beyond that. She was one of Yhwach's chosen—his elite. A Schutzstaffel."
Oh, so his mother was dummy strong.
"...No way."
His mother? A Schutzstaffel?
That was insane.
Aizen studied his reaction with a knowing smile.
The kind of smile one gives after seeing their plan work perfectly.
"It explains a lot, doesn't it?"
Sora's mind was racing.
His immense Reiatsu. His ability to adapt, to evolve, to learn things far faster than he should.
All of it.
Was it because of—
"No." Sora shoved the thought aside. "You're full of shit."
Aizen raised an eyebrow.
"Am I?"
"Yes, you are," Sora said. Two new pupils appeared in his eyes as his right hand turned black.
Aizen's smile widened.
GOOD.
"Because it's time you knew the truth about yourself."
Sora's breath was uneven.
He hated that Aizen was making sense.
Sora felt a chill creep up his spine, not from Aizen. It was as if one of his secrets had been exposed; it felt like one of his techniques hadn't worked out as planned, and someone had discovered something they shouldn't have. It was as if someone now had blackmail material on him.(foreshadowing for chapter 136)
Aizen leaned forward, his voice lowering slightly.
"Have you ever wondered why everything comes so easily to you?"
Sora's eyes narrowed.
"Why your spiritual energy is so vast?"
Sora didn't respond.
"Why you've been able to adapt beyond the limitations of ordinary Quincy?"
He hated what was coming next. He saw the future, yet he denied it. He could see and hear Aizen's words before the man even said them.
"Why, despite everything, you continue to evolve, to surpass, to grow in ways that should be impossible?"
Aizen's lips curled into something dangerous.
"Because you, Sora... are my greatest creation."
Sora felt like the air had been ripped from his lungs.
"...Don't you fucking dare say it," Sora shouted. He had seen a future, and he was trying to rewrite it as they spoke. The wheel above his head spun and spun once more.
He would not let this be the truth.
"You, Sora... are my son."
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CRACK.
A/N....