Chapters 420-422. Sorry it took me forever to type this out, but Bleach much to epic to properly make fun of. And I'll also add that I love saying the Mugetsu, so I'm extra devastated that Ichigo won't be saying it anymore.

Is this the End?

"I did it."

"No, it was me."

"Lies, Kurosaki. All lies."

"No it wasn't! I had my training montage for two years in an alternate dimension, my hair grew longer, and I look even more badass then before. I destroyed that fucking mountain!" Ichigo stated, trying to stay emotionless in front of Aizen. And he was failing, epically, as he swung his sword around to prove his point of being stronger than Aizen.

"So you're saying, because you trained for two extra years in an alternate dimension that actually only lasted about ten minutes, you are now immensely stronger than I am?" Sousuke Aizen commented.

"Duh. Of course I am. It is kind of my pattern, you know. Plus the whole longer hair thing; can't forget that, can we Mr. Mullet?"

"By that logic, since my hair is longer, I would be stronger than you."

"But you have no real logic, so your argument is flawed and useless. And my hair makes me look cool, while yours makes you look gay. Therefore, I win all arguments." Ichigo finished, a triumphant smile on his face.

"…I still say I destroyed the mountain."

"I did!"

"No, I did!"

"How can you even tell who destroyed the mountain?" a new voice interrupted their argument.

Both mutated Shinigami turned to look at the newcomer, who was Ichimaru Gin, who was standing close by, all traces of blood from Aizen's 'devastating' attack gone.

"How are you alive, Gin?" Aizen finally asked. "I gave you an actual killing blow."

"But little Ichigo over there gets killing blows all the time, and he's still alive."

"I'm not little!"

"And he's had help making sure he stays alive!"

"So of course, me being me, I was perfectly fine after five minutes and was taking a nap. And then I was struck with a fantastic idea!" Gin ignored the interruptions by Ichigo and Aizen.

"What, going to the Caribbean and finally getting some tan?" Ichigo grumbled.

"How boring, Ichi!" Gin grinned.

"Don't call me Ichi!"

"I'm going to Russia to try to take over the government and hypothetically start a World War III!"

"…What?" For once in their lives, and possibly the only time ever, Aizen and Ichigo were both equally stunned.

"See you later!" With that, Gin disappeared, leaving behind a disturbed audience to his declaration of a vacation.

"Forgetting about him," Ichigo started.

"He is dead. Whatever we saw right now was only a vision or hallucination that we both mysteriously had at the same time." Aizen announced.

"Yep, anyways." Ichigo took a threatening stance. "I will show you the Final Getsuga Tenshou."

Aizen stood in front of Ichigo, in all of his butterfly gay glory, slightly intimidated but refusing to show it.

"What is that form?"

"I just told you. It's the Final Getsuga Tenshou."

"…I thought that was an attack, not a fighting style."

"It is an attack. The awesome, super strong, depressive person in my head told me so." Ichigo retorted.

"Kurosaki, what do you think that says about your mentality?"

"That I'm awesome, super strong, and prone to fits of depression?" Ichigo guessed.

"I was going to say crazy." Aizen responded. "And that you possibly suffer from Multiple Personality Disorder."

"I do not! I have a hollow inside of my head, who used to like to take over whenever he could!" Ichigo protested.

"You do realize that technically, a hollow cannot live inside your mind?"

"Shut up. I'm going to have a flashback of Tensa Zangestsu now. And I'm not telling you about it!"

"Oh, go ahead. I'll just wait here patiently and not use that moment to brutally attack you."

"Really?"

"…Sure Kurosaki, sure." Aizen wondered internally if Ichigo really was that idiotic.

"Sweet!" Aizen managed to stumble, while standing still, at how moronic the unique Shinigami/Vizard hybrid was. He then noticed an abnormal amount of energy coming from Ichigo.

"What the hell?" Aizen muttered.

"The Final Getsuga Tenshou, is when I become Getsuga." Ichigo announced as his appearance changed, yet again. Unlike Aizen's transformations, there was no sparkly light, just an awesome badass change. Ichigo's hair grew longer, longer than Aizen's hair, and changed to a ebony black color. His robes changed to wrappings around his torso, and he acquired a mask to cover the lower half of his face.

To put it simply, he looked epically badass.

Aizen , on the other hand, looked like some cross between an horror Hollywood Alien and a butterfly and the result was not as epic. Or frightening.

"If I use this technique, then I lose all of my Shinigami powers. That's why it's called Final." Ichigo continued his explanation.

"So you can only use it once? What if it doesn't work the first time you use it then? Wouldn't you be kind of screwed?"

"Eh, it works. Especially against you."

"Brilliant logic, Kurosaki." Aizen muttered.

"Better than yours."

"Now wherever did you get that idea?" Aizen questioned in all honesty.

"Oh, I don't know, maybe from your whole plan to rule the world?"

"How rude, Kurosaki. You should know to be polite to people who are much more powerful than you."

"Actually, I'm more powerful than you." Ichigo grinned.

"That's impossible." Aizen spat out, disbelief creeping in his voice.

"Well no, see I evolved in a different dimension than other Shinigami, and a two dimension being can never interfere with a three dimensional one, as long as I don't purposefully lower my level and allow interference, neither humans nor Shinigami should be able to feel my reiatsu." Ichigo smirked as he read off a card that had Aizen's handwriting on it. "See, I evolved like you did. And you dropped this during one of your transformations."

"Are you saying that you are in a higher dimension than I am?" Aizen growled. "That's impossible! No mere human can surpass me!"

"Uh, Aizen. I hate to break this to you, but we're not human."

"Shut up! It is-"

"Mugetsu!" Ichigo cried, a little much to happily for Aizen. The next thing that Aizen and Ichigo knew, an inky blackness engulfed them both. Then Aizen was laying down on the ground, and Ichigo was standing with a broken mask and depressed, but cool expression on his face.

"Damn, now I'm in my depression period stage again." He whined. Ichigo settled in the advanced form of badass character is depressed pose; which required him to stare sadly into the sky, while his opponent was down.

A growl caused Ichigo to turn his head towards Aizen, as the mentioned mutated thing raised itself from the dust of Ichigo's attack.

"Shit, you're still regenerating? How the hell does that happen?" Ichigo muttered, obviously quite upset that his brooding time was over.

Then, his magically applied black hair dye and epic Getsuga Tenshou extensions vanished, leaving Ichigo with his longer, shaggy hair, which looked equally as cool.

"Shit, my Shinigami powers are gone." Ichigo internally cried.

"You've lost, Kurosaki Ichigo." Aizen thundered, as his sword started to crumble.

"Look, my zanpakutou is disappearing. Do you know what that means?"

"Actually no. But I'm guessing that it means that your sword, and by extension, your soul are now worthless, or that the fairy god-mother ball decided that you are now a bad person, and thus can't grant you anymore wishes." Ichigo said as he looked up at Aizen from falling onto his knees in utter despair at the knowledge of the loss of his powers.

"NO! It means that the hogyoku has decided that I don't need a zanpakutou!"

"So, does that mean that you're evolving again? You know, I think there's a reason the majority of Pokémon only evolve twice. Not twenty something times."

"Are you bitter about losing the very same power that I am now gaining?" Aizen taunted.

"Well, I am depressed that I'm loosing my Shinigami powers, yes. And the cool outfit, hair, mask, and-" Ichigo rambled.

"I get it, shut up." Aizen interrupted.

"Just as an afterthought, how do you know exactly what the hogyoku is doing to your body before it happens?"

"I don't, I'm guessing."

"Oh."

"Anyways, you're finished Kurosaki!" Aizen shouted, right as a beam of light pierced through his chest.

"What is this?" Aizen seethed, angry that so many people seemed to be coming back to interfere with his plans.

"So it finally activated." A familiar and hated voice reached the ears of the two warriors below as a very recognizable sandal showed itself in the sky.

"Urahara Kisuke!" Aizen spat out.

"Again? I already told you that I know my own name, Aizen."

"This is your doing?"

"Well, who else would it be? I mean honestly, who else uses Kido as much as I do? And with that much talent?"

"Stop flattering yourself, Kisuke."

"I don't flatter myself." Urahara smirked and lifted his ever-present fan to his face to hide his amusement. "I only tell the truth and give credit where credit is due." And the fan disappeared back into his sleeves.

"Anyways, I sent it at some point during your transformation. One of them, anyways. Since its impossible to kill you, I developed a special seal. I call it, Seal of the Idiotic Over Ambitious Achievers."

"I see. But, I'm evolving again. Do you really think that a Kido of this level is going to seal me?" Desperate insanity laced into his tone.

Three seconds later, Aizen was powerless and speechless, for once.

"…My power…all the power I had acquired…it's disappearing!" Ichigo laughed from the sidelines at Aizen's devastated facial expression.

"That is the will of the hogyoku." Urahara declared.

"How would you know, bastard?" Ichigo called.

"I made it, duh. Don't you think I would know my own inventions despite other people claiming they know more about it than I do? Basically it doesn't see Aizen as it's God-Child anymore."

"But I'm its master! That's impossible!"

"Nothing is impossible! Except trying to slam a revolving door. That's impossible. But, the hogyoku is a very picky thing. So, it's no real surprise that it decided to leave you." Urahara smiled.

"Urahara Kisuke!" Aizen shouted as he found the strength to charge at the hat man. "Why does a man of your intellect sit idle? Why do you allow yourself to be controlled by that thing?"

"If the thing you are referring to is the Spirit King, then you could say that I'm on his questionable side, considering that I don't really follow all of the rules." Urahara chuckled, before donning a solemn expression. "But, without the existence of the Spirit King, Soul Society would split, and shit would happen. That's the way the world is."

"That's the logic of a loser! A winner must always think, not of how the world is, but how it should be!" Aizen bellowed.

"You know," Ichigo interjected. "That's actually a pretty good quote. Do you mind if I write it down?"

"Oh go ahead, Kurosaki." Aizen instantly calmed down.

"Thanks." Ichigo scribbled on a piece of notebook paper that he had kept with him through out the battle.

"Oh, and Aizen? The reason why I don't want Soul Society to be destroyed is because then all of the Shinigami will migrate to Earth. And I live on Earth. Therefore, I won't be able to get away with as much as I currently do."

"So, it's really for your own benefit then, that you don't openly go against the Spirit King." Aizen groaned. Urahara nodded before turning to the youngest, by a lot, individual in the area.

"You had a notebook with you, Ichigo?" Urahara questioned.

"I still have that physics test that's coming up sometime soon. So I grabbed my notebook to study in between fights." Ichigo grumbled.

"What a good role model student you are, Ichigo! Studying even though you have no assurance that you would have lived to the end of the battle." Aizen drawled.

"I'm the main character. Of course I was going to live. Plus I think the hogyoku likes me, since it somehow ended up near me and won't stop humming that fucking Cinderella song!"

"For the last time, it's not a Disney related device!" Aizen screamed before he was silenced by Urahara's sealing attack.

"For the record, Ichigo," Urahara smirked in amusement. "The hogyoku is a Disney related device, so good luck getting rid of it."

"Does this mean that I'll get my Shinigami powers back?"

"Who knows?"

Back in the real world-

Gin's ever-present grin grew wider as he easily manipulated the Russian reports on the United States intelligence. If all went according to his hastily thrown together plan that was still in development, the Shinigami who lived in war that should have just ended, they would witness an epic bloody, heavily devastating mortal war. Those were always much more fun than Spirit wars.

The End.

Wow, it's been a while. Be prepared for a new World War, thanks to Gin. For some reason, he reminds me of Russia from Axis Powers Hetalia.

Hope you enjoyed!