A/N: Just something based off of an email joke my mom had. It sounded sooooo much like Gin, that I just couldn't resist. 8-) Please enjoy!!
The REAL story of how Gin became Aizen's second-in-command for his attempt to take over the world…
Gin, still just a young shinigami fresh from the academy, approached his new taicho, Aizen, one day. Aizen looked up from his desk as Gin walked into his office. Aizen knew the boy was smart, a genius, indeed, graduating from the academy in only a year. But, he wanted to see if the boy could be cunning and creative, as well as intelligent.
Though, in retrospect, he guessed he should have figured that out from Gin's body language.
"Ah, Ichimaru-kun, how are you today?" Aizen politely asked as Gin made his way through the door.
"Ah'm good, sir. Ah come ta ask ya feh a promoti'n, Aizen taicho," Gin replied. Aizen had to admit he admired the boy. He wasted little time getting to the point when he wanted something.
"Is that so?" Gin nodded to Aizen's question. "Very well, then. I've a test to give you, and if you pass you can have the promotion you seek." Aizen smiled kindly to the young man, and beckoned for him to take a seat at his fukutaicho's desk.
"Alright, Gin-kun, here is your first question," Aizen spoke. He made certain that Gin was equipped with a brush and parchment as he began speaking. "Without using numbers, represent the number 9."
"Wit'out numbeh's?" Gin responded. "Tha's easy." And Gin proceeded to draw three trees.
Aizen looked at the parchment, torn between disgust and fascination. He had to find out more about the way this boy's mind worked. "What's this?" Aizen asked, pointing to the picture.
"'Ave yeh got no brain? Treh and treh and treh make nine," said Gin.
Aizen marveled politely at the wonder. "Fair enough," he conceded. "Now, here's your second question. Use the same rules, but this time the number is 99."
Gin stared into space for a while, causing Aizen to wonder what the boy was plotting, then picked up the brush and picture that he had just drawn, making a smudge on each tree. "Her' ya go, Aizen taicho." Gin grinned his usual grin as Aizen stared at the drawing, wondering what explanation Gin would give this time.
Aizen scratched his head and asked, "How on earth do you get that to represent 99?"
"Each o' da trehs is di'ty now. So, it's di'ty treh, and dir'y treh, and dir'y treh. Tha's 99." Gin grinned again. He knew that whatever the reason behind this 'test' was, he was passing with flying colours.
Aizen was fascinated. But, he still had one more question before he would relinquish the power he held. "All right, last question. Same rules again, but represent the number 100."
Gin stared into space some more, then he picked up the picture again and made a little mark at the base of each tree. Gin pointed to the drawings and said, "Her' ya go, one hun'r'd."
Aizen stared in disbelief at Gin's drawings. He felt disappointed. He'd had so much hope for the potential of the boy… "You must be nuts if you think that represents a hundred!"
Gin leaned forward and pointed to the marks at the base of each tree, saying, "A li'l dog come along an' poop by each treh. So now ya got di'ty treh and a turd, di'ty treh and a turd, and di'ty treh and a turd, whi' make one hun'r'd."
Aizen was fully impressed, and immediately granted Gin the promotion to fukutaicho.
Before Gin left the office, Aizen called him back. "You know, Gin, I've been working on a plan to take over the King's position, and I was wondering…"