(Where are all the fanfics? This is just awkward. Anyway...)
(The chapter opens up with the doors to the throne room being destroyed by a massive explosion. As the dust settles, we see Ichigo (in Bankai with the mask on) standing inside the doorway. He looks up to see Aizen sitting in the throne itself, smiling peacefully; the Spirit King lies at the foot of the steps leading up to it, which are covered with his blood.
The chapter’s cover is a double page spread of Ichigo looking back up at Aizen, while the full enormity of the throne room fills the rest of the space.)
500. Strawberry, The Death Itself
Aizen: Ah…Kurosaki. It seems that you have come a bit too late.
(Ichigo looks back down at the king, then disappears in a flash, reappearing right next to him. The King looks up at him wearily, his eyes already darkening.)
Ichigo: (softly) It’s alright. We’ll have you healed up in no time. (Turns his head to doorway) Inoue!
(Orihime enters through the hole in the doorway, then looks down in horror at the bloodied King.)
Orihime: Oh my god…your majesty?
(As she runs towards them, Ichigo places one hand on the King’s back. The signature black energy flows out of Ichigo into the King, forcing different energy out of his wounds. Aizen looks down with interest, still smiling.
Ichigo turns to Orihime, who’s now standing behind him.)
Ichigo: Please, Inoue…take care of him.
(Ichigo stands, looking back up at Aizen.)
Aizen: Interesting…you can manipulate Hollow reiatsu even when it’s mixed with others? You have grown quite a bit since we last met, Kurosaki.
Aizen: The potential of the hybrids is truly frightening. They can reach heights that no Hollow or Shinigami could fathom, explore things beyond human comprehension…truly, the Shinigami is nothing more than a relic. Don’t you agree?
(Ichigo says nothing. Aizen lets out a sigh.)
Aizen: Of course not. A mere mercenary could never see beyond his blade, no matter how strong he may be. But that is exactly why I have come here—to fight such mindlessness. I do not want to see such power wasted on the dying ways of the past, if it will destroy our future.
(Aizen’s smile suddenly fades.)
Aizen: Because of this stupid old fool, we were always vulnerable! We were always weak! Had the Vastorodes assembled on Earth, we would've been powerless! All because of useless laws forbidding the very power that could fix everything!
This is the only way! No one else can lead us in the right direction but ME! I will cast away those worthless traditions and give us the strength we need—the strength we deserve! And I’ll be DAMNED if some snot-nosed brat with a mask and a chip on his shoulder will stop me!!
(A pause. Ichigo and Aizen glare at each other. Then, Ichigo sighs.)
Ichigo: You…really are hopeless, you know that?
(Ichigo points Tensa Zangetsu at a livid Aizen.)
Ichigo: You think you’re gonna "save" everyone!? Look at how many people have died because of your little power-trip! They kicked out the Vaizards because they didn’t want one of them to end up like YOU!
Aizen: SILENCE! Who do you think you’re talking to, brat!?
(Aizen places his hand on his forehead, materializing an elegantly simple Hollow mask, and draws Kyoka Suigetsu.)
Aizen: I AM YOUR KING!!!
(Ichigo puts the mask back on and lunges at Aizen, and the clash of their swords causes a massive explosion. With that, the chapter ends.)
Well, what did you guys think? This was my first fanfic, so please be gentle.