#!aizen sousuke

[gentlenobility]

❀ mikoto’s plus one

kudakero:

gentlenobility asked:

"Aizen-san, are you ready to go?"

----

It was still early when the woman called, though he had expected she would want to arrive a little before the ceremony started what with her close relation to the couple and as such had prepared in advance.

Lifting his jacket from the chair on which it had been placed he answered, a soft smile on his lips.

“Mikoto-san,” He slipped on the jacket before  retrieving the gift he had purchased that morning. “Of course, let us go greet the happy couple, hm?”

What a timely young man.

“Wonderful,” the matriarch said in approval, already dressed in her own formal wear for the wedding. A stunning scarlet dress accompanied by a sheer red shawl wound around her person, with the hems trailing below her elbows. She had taken the time to style her hair into an elegant half up do, set with the lovely crystal cherry blossom hairpin Itachi had gifted her with several months ago.

Normally the mother would don herself in dark or neutral colours, but today was a celebration. She was not about to wear any of those to her son’s wedding.

“Let’s get going then. Since you are my guest, you’ll be seated in front of the ceremony with me.”

[solitavista]

kudakero replied to your post: Would you call Aizen ‘my lord’ in bed?

I believe it is only right for you to refer to me as such in /all/ situations - don’t you, Ulquiorra?

That is indisputable, Aizen-sama. 

[solitavista]

kudakero replied to your post: Bring Aizen some Blue mallow tea! =n=

Actually Ulquiorra, I do think some tea would be pleasing right now - though find something a little more pleasing to my tastes, would you?

"Of course."

"Would the usual suffice, Aizen-sama?"

[solitavista]

kudakero replied to your post: “Ulquiorra,” Aizen called upon setting eyes on the other, the cuatro not being hard to find considering his familiar spiritual pressure. “A moment, if you please.”

“Uchiha Itachi, what do you know about him?”

"Uchiha Itachi?" he repeated. "The Head Prefect?"

"I know enough to get by, though he doesn't make it a habit to speak about himself. What is it that you wish to know?"

[kudakero1-blog]

Aizen & Ulquiorra: A dance

It had been a long day and the shinigami wanted nothing more than to go back to his dorm room and prepare some tea - although this had become far less effective at relieving him from the tediousness of everyday life at the academy ever since a certain man had been assigned as his roommate, one who certainly did not understand the concept of personal space. But it seemed that would have to wait. For some reason, that at this moment he could not recall, he had decided to partake in this week’s nonsensical events and it seemed there was still the matter of that dare to take care of. Of course it could have been postponed until a later date but Aizen did not want the task looming over him, it was much easier to simply get it out of the way as soon as possible.

One saving grace was that a third of the dare had already been completed, and had gone smoothly enough. Honouring one human girl with a dance wasn’t something the shinigami considered to be monumental and he was sure he could do it again when he came across another to offer it to. However this was different, he now had to go through this with a hollow. He sighed as he reached for his jacket, slinging it over his shoulder as he rolled up the sleeves of his shirt. At least it was the cuatro who had been nominated, the arrancar was bound to be much more agreeable than many of his counterparts.

It did not take him long to make the journey back to the dance hall and he was sure the other would be there soon, the message containing the details of their meeting having been sent to him earlier that day.

There was no natural light to spread across the wooden floor this time, instead Aizen flicked the switch as he passed, sending illumination bouncing through the room - reflecting off the onyx windows, on his way once more to the stereo. Delicate chimes echoed off the walls, met only by the sound of approaching footsteps. Mahogany orbs met emerald ones as he turned. There was no smile offered to his partner this time as he extended a hand towards the pale figure. There was no need for such formalities when dealing with the hollow.

“Let’s get this over then, Ulquiorra.”

[solitavista]

Having taken up residence at this educational institution from the very day it had opened its doors to the public for enrollment, Ulquiorra Cifer was more than familiar to the very workings of this settlement; be it its winding corridors, its months-old constructed buildings, its unspoken traditions or the inner workings of the majority of the inhabitants' minds. The ludicrous events that were held without fail every single Tuesday at Iwakiri Academy were as much a part of this establishment as the very stone and cement that made up the thick walls of the buildings within this gated facility. The very notion of it failing to take place on its scheduled day was unfathomable; a vast majority of both students and educators alike partook in its activities at least once during their entire course of occupancy, and study or educating here.

Even the most solitary and private of individuals were not exempted from this, Itachi Uchiha was a prime example as he had taken part in them before, though admittedly after a certain blonde nuisance's persuasion.

Ulquiorra did not, however, quite expect for his Lord to take up on one of the many challenges that were issued today, a Tuesday. He supposed that Aizen Sousuke may have had the claws of boredom edging close when he had accepted the dare, from whomever it may be, especially since the nature of it was not exactly one that Aizen would normally take to, not with one belonging to the race of Hollows. But, Ulquiorra did not question the instructions, orders that had been relayed to him through a brief note. Instead, he had merely folded the piece of paper before slipping it into his pocket and proceeding with the rest of his day, making sure to file away details of the designated time and place within the confines of his memory banks.

So it was with an impeccable appearance, and the eerie grace that seemed to belong solely to him that he arrived punctually at the dance hall, as he had said that he would in his reply to the note. A bow, as per his standard greeting to Aizen. And, without so much as a hint of hesitation, Ulquiorra accepted the hand that had been extended to him. Thankfully, he was more than proficient in this area of skill; there need not be any time wasted, something Aizen would surely disapprove of. 

"Of course, Aizen-sama."

[solitavista]

kudakero replied to your photo

[noms on Ulquimomma] B |

*He waits for a moment or two*

...

Are you quite alright, Aizen-sama?

[solitavista]

Aizen Sousuke: Welcome

Though Ulquiorra had been away when the announcement was made, he had in fact caught wind of his Lord's upcoming arrival at Iwakiri Academy - thanks to the ever informative Head Prefect. As promised, Itachi had kept him updated on the continuous intake of teachers and students at the educational institution that both prefects had been attending for just about half a year now. After studying and taking note of the individuals who were accepted at the academy, it had long been Ulquiorra's hypothesis that surely, his Lord would join the rest of them as well. His speculation had been proven correct about a week ago, when it had been announced that Aizen Sousuke was scheduled to arrive soon.

Normally, Ulquiorra would have located his Lord himself, and submitted a report to him concerning the mysterious school instead of simply waiting and living among humans in the Real World-- but as circumstances surrounding the school would have it - the circumstances being that those who attend it are never to leave - Ulquiorra could not return to the palace of Las Noches. It mattered not how many times he attempted to open a Garganta- a portal that would act as a gateway between the Real World and the world of Hollows, he would, as always, end up at Iwakiri Academy instead of the front door of Las Noches. Even if someone else opened the portal, the result was always the same.

So Ulquiorra waited.

And today, he was to meet Aizen Sousuke once more, after having gone half a year without his presence. Though it had been quite some time, he had not once forgotten about the one whom he had pledged his loyalty to, and hence, at the Headmaster's question, Ulquiorra had taken it upon himself to be the one to welcome Aizen back. The manner in which Aizen would take to his welcome, however, he had yet to find out-- though he was aware that each and every one of them were disposable, Ulquiorra highly doubted that Aizen would be pleased to find that the majority of his underlings had left in favour of attending a school, of all things.

Silent, and paying not attention to passers-by, Ulquiorra continued to await for Aizen Sousuke's arrival.