Help! I am bound to Aizen!

"What should I do?"

Aizen's expression was grave as he fell into deep thought.

The situation had spiraled out of control, and hiding the truth seemed impossible. Even Kyōka Suigetsu would struggle to cover up such an obvious mess. 

Half the lab was already exposed, and it wasn't as though he could hypnotize Kaelith Yurei into believing he'd imagined it all. Kaelith might be foolish at times, but he wasn't that clueless.

According to Aizen's original plan, if the lab was ever discovered, he would simply eliminate the intruders. 

But Kaelith… could he truly kill him?

Perhaps he could. 

After all, the day he began his experiments on living souls, he had resigned himself to the path of a Shura—a path of sacrifice. He had prepared to abandon everything in pursuit of truth.

Yet, just as he steeled his resolve, a flood of memories surfaced.

The day he first entered the academy, friendless, and Kaelith had forcibly dragged him into conversation. 

The moment his arrogance, born from an inflated sense of talent, had been shattered by Kaelith's overwhelming skill.

And all those times Kaelith had excitedly shared knowledge from the First Division, eagerly teaching Aizen anything he learned. 

The countless sparring sessions in the dojo, where they had grown stronger together…

Silence stretched on as Aizen wrestled with his thoughts. Finally, he reached a decision. 

He would tell Kaelith the truth and see how he reacted. 

If Kaelith couldn't accept it, Aizen would withdraw, taking his research and leaving the Soul Society. 

In fact, his next line of experiments required the study of Hollows. Moving the lab to Hueco Mundo seemed like the perfect solution. 

If, after all that, Kaelith still insisted on pursuing justice and bringing him to trial, Aizen would resort to force. 

Kaelith didn't know the true power of his Zanpakutō. If Aizen used Kyōka Suigetsu to control him, victory would be assured. 

After subduing Kaelith, he could seal him in a remote cave with Kidō barriers. By the time Kaelith broke free, Aizen would be long gone. 

Resolving this, Aizen turned to Kaelith. 

"Kaelith, I—" 

His words caught in his throat. Kaelith, who had been standing nearby, was gone.

"Where did he go?" Aizen's heart tightened as he scanned the surroundings. 

It didn't take long to spot him.

Kaelith was inside the exposed lab, standing in front of a piece of equipment, his expression brimming with curiosity. 

After a moment of contemplation, Kaelith reached out, his hand hovering over the machine.

Cold sweat broke out on Aizen's forehead. 

In a flash, he used Shunpo to appear beside Kaelith. 

"Don't touch that! This machine is running a process—it can't be interrupted."

"Oh." 

Kaelith nodded and withdrew his hand. 

Then, with barely contained excitement, he turned to Aizen. "Sōsuke, what does this machine do? What's the screen made of? Did you design it yourself? How did you build the internal circuits? Has the Living World developed similar technology?"

Aizen: "…"

For a moment, Aizen was completely thrown. 

He instinctively glanced at the large glass tanks nearby. 

Suspended within the tanks, surrounded by eerie fluids, were Shinigami corpses. The scene couldn't have been more unsettling.

"Anyone normal would notice the tanks first. How is he ignoring the corpses and focusing on the screen?!"

Though Aizen wanted to voice his incredulity, his researcher's professionalism prevailed. 

"This is a Soul Sorting Analyzer," he explained. "It distinguishes and categorizes souls based on their unique properties."

"Interested in the specifics? I could give you the schematics, so you can study them at your leisure," Aizen offered, his tone calm yet tinged with subtle irritation.

"As for the origin of these devices, most of it is based on the technology from the World of the Living, though I've made significant improvements. After all, Reishi and standard matter don't share identical properties. Many things possible with matter aren't feasible with Reishi, and vice versa."

Before Aizen could finish, Kaelith suddenly interjected, "What about game consoles? Does the World of the Living have those?"

He even went on to explain what a game console was, probably fearing Aizen wouldn't understand.

Aizen nearly choked on his own words. 

"Game consoles?" He was explaining groundbreaking soul research, and this guy was focused on something so trivial?

"Why is he completely unfazed by a "soul filtration device" and instead obsessed with a toy?"

Taking a deep breath, Aizen bit back his frustration. "Calm. Don't kill him. Yet."

After a brief pause, Aizen replied with forced composure, "I've seen something similar, but it's far from what you described—mostly simple pixelated games."

To his surprise, instead of disappointment, Kaelith's eyes lit up with excitement.

Kaelith's face radiated joy. "Really? That's great! Fantastic!"

His mind spun with possibilities, his expression that of someone seeing a glimmer of hope. "So this world really isn't on the same level as Earth. A better life might not be that far away after all!"

Watching Kaelith spiral into his fantasies, Aizen's patience finally snapped.

"Kaelith," he called out sharply, interrupting the younger man's musings. 

"You've seen all of this, and you have nothing to say?"

Kaelith blinked, confused. "Say what? I didn't do any of this—this is all you and Goken Kenpachi's mess. Don't pin it on me."

Aizen inhaled deeply, suppressing the urge to snap. Instead, he gestured toward the tanks containing Shinigami corpses.

"These were all once living Shinigami. I killed them to study souls. You're seeing this, and you have nothing to say or do?"

Kaelith tilted his head, puzzled. "Do I know any of them?"

Aizen froze. The absurdity of the question threw him off for a full two seconds before he replied, "No. You don't."

Kaelith pressed on. "Are any of them friends or relatives of people I know?"

Aizen thought for a moment, running through Kaelith's social connections, then shook his head. "I don't believe so."

"Then why should I care?" Kaelith shrugged, his tone matter-of-fact.

"They're not people I know, nor are they friends or family of people I know. Whether they're dead or alive has nothing to do with me."

For a moment, Aizen stared at Kaelith, a profound sense of absurdity washing over him. One of them, he was certain, was deeply unhinged. 

And it certainly wasn't him. Right?

As Aizen silently contemplated this existential crisis, Kaelith suddenly brightened. 

"Speaking of using Shinigami for experiments... wouldn't Goken Kenpachi make excellent material?"

Aizen instinctively nodded before realizing what Kaelith meant.

"Then what are you waiting for? Go pack him up!" Kaelith said, gesturing toward Goken.

Aizen: "..."

"Whose lab is this again?!"

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