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Crashing Down

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Aizen knew all too well what the Soul Society was like. He knew the laws and the things that happened in the society, and he wanted power. He wanted to take over and change things. He wanted the power, and he did what he could to get what he wanted. He didn’t care about manipulating people into doing what he wanted. He wanted it all. He wanted things to go the way that he wanted them to. For a while, things were going exactly how he wanted. It was perfect. No one could stop him, and no one would. He had little to no error in his plans. It was all perfect, or so he thought. He didn’t expect to be taken down so easily. All that he had worked hard to get came crashing down. He wasn’t expecting to be imprisoned. He wanted it all, and he had it all, until someone put a stop to him and his crimes. He wanted his freedom. He didn’t deserve this. He would find a way out one way or the other. He wasn’t going to give up. He never did give up. It would be over one hundred eighty thousand years before Aizen was finally able to do something. How he found his way out, no one will ever know, but he was ready to take over society once again. He was ready to get what he wanted. He had many years and plenty of time to think about what he wanted to do and how he would do it exactly. He grew smarter and had time to think about what might happen if the plan didn’t work out. He had time to figure it all out and how it would go down this time. It was a careful and well-thought-out plan. He walked carefully amongst the Soul Society. Everything was different. He blinked. He didn’t know what to say or to think. He had a great plan, but he wasn’t too sure about it now. Many of the people didn’t seem to recognize Aizen, which was great for him. He didn’t need people to recognize him and to turn him in. He didn’t need people to cause him more problems than the ones he was already facing. He wanted to take over the society. His plan, which he had spent years planning, was perfect. Perfect for the former society. This one was not the same as the one previously. He didn’t know if he could take this one over. He ran his hand over his face. He had to think of something. He kept walking. He didn’t want to be bothered. His footsteps echoed on the pathway as he headed to an unknown destination. He knew where he was headed and he knew what he was going to do. He had to think of another plan to take over the society. He made his way into his former home. The residents, if there were any, didn’t matter. He would take back his home before continuing to live in it and think of his plan to take over society once again. In the meantime, he could play the part of a friendly and kind man, new to society—supposedly.