[Reaper Hirako Mako fan] Yesterday is not today

There are mottled lights and shadows floating and intertwined in the thick shade of the ground, and the ethereal rhythm of shakuhachi swims in the solitude of cicadas and insects singing.

Lan Ran held back the young man's thin shoulder blades, and stopped walking among the leaves and grass. The moment the soft sound of the grass leaves falling and rubbing disappeared, the clever and distant music became more and more elegant.

The deep forest, the ancient road, the chirping of insects, the faint crows, the winding path with nine turns and loops suddenly become cheerful, and the silhouette of the man in white clothes falling like snow is leaning against the tree and gently blowing the shakuhachi. Overflowing with the elegance rubbed down from the old yellowed scroll.

The burgundy hair is more mellow and charming than the most lingering love song, lingering on the side of the neck and shoulders, the slightly drooping eyelids draw back the soul-stirring brilliance in the purple-gold pupils, but the charm hidden in the corners of the brows and eyes is in the gentle extension of the eyes The tail emerges with a heart-pounding, masculine elegance.

It is gorgeous and fierce without losing the gentleness and elegance of the children of the aristocratic family.

Aizen looked carefully at the man playing the vibrating pipe solo hidden among the branches of the jungle, and recalled Captain Blonde's inadvertent comments on Hideaki Fukakawa that were almost buried under the dust of history.Only at this moment can the man who once walked side by side with Yuan Zhibi Fang be able to overwhelm the entire Jingling Court be able to bear this evaluation that has been completely forgotten by the world.

"Vice-captain Lan Ran is busy with his daily duties, so he spared no time to come here today to comfort the pain of lovesickness. Unfortunately, the time and place are not good enough to sweep the couch and wait for them to greet us, so we have to play a piece of music to express our gratitude." At the end, the man in front of "Xiao" turned his head slightly, and looked at the two shadows hidden in the shadows of branches and leaves with a half-smile.

Vice-captain Aizen raised a gentle and harmless smile as if nothing had happened in the curved arc of Ichimaru Fox, which reached a new high and playful three bends. The coating of the glasses was presented in a mottled light and shadow cast down through the layered branches and leaves. Showing true color: "It's been a long time since Mr. Fuchuan still likes to make such jokes so much."

"Long time no see, Soyousuke is still so good at avoiding the important and taking the light." Hideaki Fukawa smiled slightly, his supple and silky voice was more specious and resentful, and the soft and rising ending revealed full of unmistakable banter, " But seeing that you know how to bring a gift this time, I will forgive you for the sake of not being empty-handed. But... Even if you want to give a gift, don’t you at least wait patiently for the gift to grow to me? The height of the chest, although the appearance is in line with my aesthetics, but the model does not seem to be suitable."

"Ah," Baozi Fox, who has been watching the fire from the other side and acting as a passerby's wallflower without pressure, was unfortunately hit on the innocent knee by a sharp sword, and couldn't help but twitching the corners of his mouth to join the battle, "Are you talking about me?"

"Yeah? Kansai accent?" Hideaki Fukawa had no intention of shortening the distance between the two parties, but pinched the beautiful outline of the mandible and narrowed his purple-gold eyes, thoughtfully stretching out the silky soft and silky sensuality At the end, "...it seems that I misunderstood, this one..." The bright iridescence shimmering with metallic cold light reflected the brown-haired and brown-eyed man slowly emerging from the darkness, the gradually clear figure, the cool lip line Yeyan Yaoyi, who caught a line of burning eyes, "Actually, it's a personal item, isn't it?"

The silver-haired meatball fox, who was evaluated as a personal item, has not yet cultivated to the pinnacle of perfection in the future. The signature smile finally collapsed in the successive speeches of Hideaki Fukawa who neglected personality, and then raised a smile that was even more bewitching and more cheerful. Aizen's sleeves are extremely innocent and pure, and the frivolous and slippery Kansai accent makes the undisguised bloodthirsty murderous intent flow tenderly and affectionately in the ups and downs of the syllables: "Deputy Captain Aizen, I can kill you!" him?"

As if savoring the sweetness overflowing from the tip of the tongue from the auditory nerve, Hideaki Fukawa narrowed his purple-gold eyes and laughed softly: "You don't need to ask Soyousuke's opinion, little guy named Yin. Any hero who comes to take my head is welcome, of course as a punishment for failure is also essential."

The dark and silky voice is like the light fingertips skillfully touching the sensitive nerves of the beast, originating from the dangerous and deadly memory of ancient times, so that the dark and elusive fear occupies a vital part of the reflex arc in the most concealed manner. nerve.As a result, being so bold as to make troubles out of nature and even set off a three-foot wave is like a perfect alternate generation. The silver-haired little fox, who inherited all the head-scratching good genes of Captain Fifth, retracted his sharp minions with unprecedented cleverness, and showed off Extraordinarily innocent and naive: "Ala, I was just joking, Mr. Fuchuan, don't be so easy to be serious."

Fuchuan Hideaki's reaction this time was just to raise the corners of his mouth noncommittally, and pointed at the Mao Tuanzi, who was not as tall as his belt: "Is this the new contact person?"

"He has just been transferred to the Ninth Division not long ago, not to mention that his serious personality is not suitable for being a middleman between you and me. Is Mr. Fuchuan satisfied with Yin?"

"No matter how satisfied you are, you can't be as satisfied as Yousuke yourself. I really can't see why Makoto keeps you so close. Not only do I want to see you, but I also ask you three times and four times before I want to call you out." It is said that you have disappeared from the laboratory for a long time. You can’t really be hidden by your captain Jinwu as those women said, right?” Shakuhachi’s round and slender body lightly tapped on the booth With open palms, Hideaki Fukawa watched every inadvertent change on Aizen's face calmly with sideways eyes.

"There is indeed a small problem." Lan Ran made no secret of the difficult situation he encountered, and because of this undisguised magnanimity, the calm and breezy tone in his tone became more and more trustworthy, "It won't cost you money." We have too much precious time."

"I hope so..." The great sage of Fuchuan, who has always been known for his unrestrained and unrestricted speech, unscrupulously polluted the auditory nerves of minors, "But with your recent situation, it seems that you can't leave Xiaozhenzi's place for a long time. By your side? Use a stand-in... In addition to words and deeds, the range of imitation may also include a course in bed reaction... Xiao Zhenzi probably doesn't care too much about having an occasional affair, but you can bear to take the initiative to take other men Put it in his arms?"

Hideaki Fukawa's blatant words hit the nail on the head. Although the relationship between Aizen and Hirako did have his presence in the relationship between Aizen and Hirako at the beginning, he was afraid that the world would not be chaotic, but he never expected Mako Hirako to tie him with Aizen in an ingenious way. set together.For Hirako, who was determined to find the truth of the past, it was a lot of obstacles, but for Aizen, it was also an equally difficult shackle.It is completely a loss-making method of killing one thousand enemies and losing eight hundred, burning jade and stone and hurting both sides.

Unless... Hideaki Sukawa flashed the piercing smile of Matsushima zero degree knowing in front of his eyes, that guy seemed to have anticipated the current situation long ago, what was he relying on?With the maturity of the villain boss template, a warm and mellow voice that became more calm and unruffled sounded in his ears: "I'll leave it to Mr. Fuchuan."

"I'm afraid that Makoto won't fall into the trap at all, Soyousuke." Hideaki Fukawa, who speculated on a possibility that is definitely not good, pondered for a moment, restrained the sweet and slippery smile on his lips and said slowly, "If I'm not mistaken, I'm afraid I don't have any secrets from him here. I'm afraid the situation will get worse sooner if I come forward."

"what do you mean?"

"I mean the same as you, suspend all actions and wait for the opportunity. When there is no target with enough risk value, don't act rashly. My speculation is more pessimistic than yours..."

"You mean we have become the prey of Captain Hirako?"

"If you still don't plan to turn back and kill him, then we are indeed not much different from the silly rabbits who are just waiting to die. Hmph, time is really an interesting thing, and the history of the past seems to be repeating itself."

"Need I remind you, didn't history repeat itself not so long ago?"

"Tsk, I miscalculated this time. It's hard to fool Hikifune Kiryu twice with the same trick. Fortunately, Team Zero is no longer qualified to intervene in the affairs of the soul world..." Hideaki Fukawa's voice gradually weakened, and it took a long time Face solemnly sighed, "...Matsushima Lingdu is annoying, but his methods are indeed top-notch. It's just that he made such a big detour, why?"

Aizen lowered his eyes silently, and the reflection of the lens quietly concealed the flashing streamer on the gentle background: "Mr. Fuchuan, please allow me to say goodbye."

"The time you have been out is not too short, and it is indeed time to go back." Hideaki Fukawa was still immersed in unsolvable thoughts, but waved his hand absently, "I won't send it away. I don't care about your own laboratory. , the results from my place will be sent to the old place at the beginning of every three months, how to get them is up to you."

"Let's go, Silver."

"Okay, Vice Captain Aizen."

Hideaki Fukawa watched as two figures, one tall and one short, wearing deathly costumes disappeared into the criss-crossing darkness of the forest, and it took a long time before he turned his gaze to the verdant and dense canopy of the leaning old tree: "Jieren, What do you think?"

The slender figure in a casual kimono with thin blue orchid pattern carefully slid down the vigorous branches, with his hands folded on his chest, he bowed slowly, and his black and white hair softly brushed across the fair skin. Cheek: "My lord, please be careful of this man Aizen Soyousuke."

"How careful?" Fu Chuan Yingming slanted his eyebrows with great interest, staring deeply at Gu Yuejie's delicate and beautiful cheeks like a fox, but because of this inhuman beauty, he showed a bone-chilling indifference.

"Until the matter is over, you don't have to worry too much about this man's affairs, but once everything is about to settle, you must be careful at all times to guard against that man's counterattack."

"You don't seem to be too worried about Makoto's side."

"Mako Hirako? Oh, nothing to worry about."

"Oh?"

"Mako Hirako..."

"Silver, keep an eye on the Technology Development Bureau's movements for me, especially the captain of the [-]th Division—Kisuke Urahara."

"Hay, Vice Captain Aizen. What are you going to do with Captain Hirako?"

"What does Silver think we should do?" There was a hint of a smile in the deep voice of the tall Reaper.

"Ah, such a complicated matter, I'd better leave it to the vice-captain Aizen to do more work. I just need to care about the persimmon trees of the [-]th squad." Can't figure out the hypocrisy.

"Don't worry about it, Silver."

"Don't worry? Both Vice Captain Aizen and Hideaki Fukawa judged that Captain Hirako would be a fatal obstacle, right?"

"Captain Hirako's sharpness and intelligence will indeed be a fatal obstacle if...he is alone."

"Oh, oh, Aizen vice-captain, you are such a scary man~~"

In the middle of the bridge of the nose, he was once again kicked by the vice-captain Akiaki's loving roundabout kick. Hirako held the sore tip of his nose and took the green tea handed over by the culprit, the current immediate superior. The silky paper pointed to the eye-catching and non-mainstream face of the black and white coat that was originally used for the [-]th squad meeting and now it was converted into a spacious experimental place, and the white coat that was moving around in the room: "That guy , looking at the style, it should be the Nirvana Yuri you dug out from the lunatics in the maggot nest, right?"

"Senior Hirako, the maggot's lair is a place to accommodate those retired gods of death who may cause harm to the soul world, not the abnormal research department of god of death under the command of Captain Unohana." Smiling and enjoying the friendly sponsorship of Captain Hirako without spending money Captain Urahara, who served refreshments, explained the nature of his previous work in very euphemistic terms.

"Speaking of it, it's not a dungeon for ideological and political prisoners. That kind of dark place, even if you're not crazy when you go in, you'll go crazy sooner or later." I don't really care if my topic hurts again Overwhelmed by the sensitive nerves of the sages in the central room 46 who were eating vegetarian meals, Captain Pingzi bared his big white teeth brazenly, "Did you leave the Technology Development Bureau to him as an inheritance?"

"Puff—cough cough cough..." Hearing that the current director of the Technology Development Bureau who was drinking tea with his lips bowed while raising his glass The bridge of the nose, which has never been a pipe through which fluids such as liquids are too dense, coughed so loudly that it was like a landslide, a crack, a river diversion, a thunderbolt, "...Pingzisan..."—please don't use this kind of stuff that will make you cry People misunderstood Nirvana Yuri as my widow and said such things!

"Hey, Xiaoxisuke." The blond man who drank the tea in his cup narrowed his light gray eyes, and asked abruptly in a Kansai accent, "Are you happy now?"

"Senior Pingzi?"

"Don't think too much, just answer truthfully."

The serene face of the captain of the twelfth division with the soft hair that can never be subdued and sticks up on his head, the only weakness and immaturity faded away at this moment, staring intently at the following The warm and soft curve of the vigorous back of the vice-captain who was waving his fists was like a ray of sunshine melting on his lips and cheeks: "...I feel very happy now, Hirako-senpai."

"That's good." Hirako brushed off the non-existent dust on the slender cuffs, stood up, and the figure walking straight out of the corridor was rippling with dazzling light and shadow at the moment when the sun was covering his back, "I first Let's take a step, Soyousuke should be back by this time."

"Hey? Senior Hirako won't stay for a while?"

"That can't be done." Hirako turned his cheeks in the bright golden sun, every smooth and distinct outline was full of lazy and useless leisure, "Promise Soyousuke's pastries will be eaten by your princess and little one." Byakuya has eaten all of it, so I can't keep my word. What's more..." The blond captain narrowed his eyes happily, looking at the sun that is gradually setting to the west - I am actually very soft-hearted, you must You think so too, right?Soyousuke.