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After countless years in Hueco Mundo — endless, bleak skies and sand that tasted like disappointnt — I'd forgotten almost everything about my past life.

My father's face?

Gone.

My mother's voice?

Gone.

My old na?

I think it started with a "K"… or maybe a "D"? Whatever.

Most of the Bleach world's story and characters had turned to dust in my mind too. Those Four Idiots I fought the other day? I only knew their nas because they had to introduce themselves like clowns at a birthday party.

"I'm Edrad!"

"I'm Yylfordt!"

Yeah, yeah. I still can't rember who did what in the actual story though.

Even the number of Espada mbers?

No clue.

Five? Ten? A hundred?

I forget.

And don't even ask about the Bleach protagonist. What was his na again?

Ichibei? Ichibone?

No… sothing orange.

Bah, I forget.

But there were two people, two faces, burned so deep into my mind they survived centuries of emptiness.

Aizen Sōsuke.

The man I hated most in the world. That smug, calm face, like he's always the smartest and most handso guy in the room. I hate it.

And the other?

Shinji Hirako.

The only character in Bleach I loved.

Why?

Because I'm pretty sure the creator of Bleach — whatever his na was, probably Ku…Kubo? — was secretly stalking and made Shinji's character and personality based on .

We both act stupid, but we're secretly smart.

And we both aren't handso.

I'm taller though.

Why am I bringing this up?

Because the first two people I see when I open the Garganta today…

are Aizen and Shinji.

Yup. No kidding.

The plan was simple: and my Bone Circle would sneak into Rukon District again, cause a little chaos far away from the Seireitei where the big dogs hang out. No captains. We safe

Baraggan tagged along too, his lazy skeleton butt sohow managing to stay awake long enough to play translator for my roars.

The Garganta split open, and there they were.

Aizen, with his smug face.

And Shinji, looking like a whole ss after his Hollowfication thing.

Also there?

Urahara Kisuke and Tessai, mid-confrontation with Aizen. I vaguely rembered this scene from sowhere, like a blurry old photo in my head.

The mont we stepped out, the four of them turned to us, their spiritual pressure flaring. Even Shinji, who looked half-dead, narrowed his eyes.

Aizen adjusted his glasses and said sothing in that calm voice of his.

I couldn't understand a word of it.

So I did what I always do.

I roared.

"GRAAAAHHHHRRR!"

Baraggan cleared his throat.

"He says… 'Sup losers. We just passing through.'"

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