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1. With a smile
The thing is Ichimaru Gin is a prolific actor and he was proud of it. He knew the great citizens of the Gotei 13 always wondered what was going on behind his ridiculous never ending smile and closed eyes. Most of them chalked it up to him being unlimitedly creepy. Gin’s smile was a mockery of the endless rules and regulations of soul society, the elitist of the king’s realm, the supposed strength and wisdom of the Gotei thirteen who could not uncover the biggest and most diabolical plot that was cooking under their watch.
He always wished he could call them out on their bullshit, to point at Aizen and say “this man right here is a fucking bastard” but he had never been one to advice people correctly. As he makes the final preparations for their departure to Hueco Mundo, he wonders if he would survive and if Soul Society would finally sees itself as the joke it was.
2. With an act
Aizen never concerned himself with the theatrics, he was a busy man who had plans to become the most supreme being but if there was an award for the greatest actor of all times, it would surely go to him. Sereitei was his audience, He was the script writer, Ichimaru Gin was the character with second lead syndrome and Kaname Tousen was his humility foil. The kurosaki family were his offscreen project, Las Noches was the climax and Kuchiki Rukia was his not-so damsel in distress. Sousuke Aizen made sure everyone had a role to play
Years after the way was over, Aizen’s name was still on everyones lip. His name was spat in hate and disgust, but as the night moved on and the stories became longer, there was always a speck on admiration on the deeds of Aizen because it was stupid not to agree that Aizen pulled the biggest on-screen production in the history of soul society,
3. By playing the clown
Isshin Kurosaki was multi-talented. If he wasn’t an exiled death god who was trying to protect his family, he might have dabbled into acting. Behind his awkward dad jokes, nonchalant attitude, weird and questionable parenting style was a well calculated genius. For years, he threw soul society under the bus but his orange hair idiot of a son had to get stabbed by a soul reaper. At least, it was a pretty one so he wasn’t complaining.