The silver-haired reaper had waited outside the First Division's barracks, as were his master's orders, completely hidden, body and power, in his favorite cloak. He waited, watched as Tsukiro and Kita interacted with Hisagi, and made his report. He returned swiftly, glad for the ability to snap from the exact point in realms, with his new orders.
Moving swiftly through Seireitei like the shadows he now belonged to, he entered Tsukiro Ashimitsu's old room, looking for an ideal item for his scheme. His eyes landed on the portrait of his family.
Taking another look around, he swiped the photo, leaving an empty case on the mantel.
Aizen smirked. "I wonder if the old man knows he was the one that released her. Maybe this should be brought to the old man's attention. Tsukiro wants to be with her so badly. Lets make it a reality for him."
It was one more drop in a pool of darkness.
