A/N: Hello there! Capslock-nanao and I proudly present to you this cracky sunnuva gun. Yes. Once again, it is an RP! She, of course, is Nanao, and Shunsui, and I am Luppi, who has been my long time RP character. Lines are to show POV switching, it goes from Nanao to Luppi, to Nanao, to Luppi. They are new, seeing as I did not put them in for Letters to Rangiku. Anyways, enjoy! This is our favourite crack pairing, yes indeed, ha ha. Unfortunately, this has yet to be completed, but in the near future it will be! (Hopefully) Once again enjoy, and feel the passion for the pairing. Thank you for your support!

Always,

Dusk

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"I keep telling you, I don't want to go to this stupid carnival," Nanao grumbled.

"What? No, my sweet, dear Nanao! It is not a common carnival, but a Cirque! There are no farces performed here, simply acrobatics and artistic ways of using the human body!" Shunsui beamed.

"You said that when you took me to a strip club," Nanao objected.

"Fear not, I am sure this will be more to your taste," Shunsui promised.

"Just because you're older than me gives you no right to drag me along to these illegal things," Nanao complained to her brother. "At least have the decency to let go of my wrist! I bruise easily! And people are staring!" Shunsui complied.

"They would be staring anyways, sister dearest, at your fair complexion. Besides, this isn't illegal! No worse than your mother would do!" Nanao glared at him. He was almost twenty years her elder, being the product of a teenage fling back when her mother was seventeen and liked to drink more than she should. Nanao, in the other hand, was the second try. Perhaps a little late, but better late than never. She was technically Shunshui's half-sister. If you wanted to get into semantics.

"You always have to bring her up, don't you?"

"Well, my dearest Nanao, what better career for a mother to have than professional dominatrix? I, myself, am proud of the woman and not afraid to say it."

Nanao glared at him some more. He was enjoying this far too much! And as he dragged her into the circus tent, nearly dancing with glee, she knew the rest of the experience would be just as insufferable as the car trip had been.

Luppi waited patiently at Circus Entrance D. He tightly clutched show programs to his chest, and handed them out to people as they entered the tent.

"Welcome to the show," he said, gingerly handing out the programs to people. He sighed. His job was so minimum wage, even if he was one of the acrobats. His lilac eyes glittered out from underneath layers upon layers of mascara and eyeliner, and white face paint caked onto his flawless skin. He absentmindedly handed out another program, spotting a young woman bickering with an older man, seeming to be at least 15 years older than she.

"But my darling Nanao-" the rest of his words were lost to Luppi's ears as the pair disappeared inside of Circus Entrance C.

"Welcome to Circo del Sol," he handed out another program, and returned to spacing out.

Nanao settled into her seat, flipping through the program. It looked mostly innocent, but one could never be sure with Shunsui.

"You never told me what this was about," she said over the noise of the crowd.

"It really isn't about anything," Shunsui said. "People bend in half and swing from the ceiling while music plays. It's a work of art!" Nanao stared suspiciously at the program. Work of art, perhaps, but Shunsui's idea of art was women twirling on a pole, preferably topless.

Suddenly the lights dimmed and the crowd sighed, resigning themselves to silence. A single spotlight shone on the floor, and out of nowhere a well-endowed woman swung from the ceiling. Shunsui clapped, while Nanao tried to calculate how much the woman's chest affected her movement on the trapeze.

"Watch this!" Shunsui said to Nanao. She was already watching, of course, but it seemed he had to be sure.

Out of nowhere about ten more acrobats flung themselves from invisible platforms into the air. Nanao watched, suddenly interested.

One of them in particular was smaller than the others. She couldn't quite make out their face, and was unsure of their gender, but whoever it was, their bravery intrigued her. She certainly wouldn't want to be up there with so many bodies, not if she was that small.

His heartbeat emanated all throughout his body, pulsating and throbbing inside of his ears. The silence of the crowd and the heavy thrumming of the music had always made him nervous. He watched as his team mates carefully swung all around the tent, dangling, spinning, and jumping.

A tall blue haired man in tight neon, spandex stood on the opposite platform of his own. "Luppi," he mouthed, carefully tossing the swing to the small, androgynous, boy.

Luppi swallowed. What was there to be nervous about? They'd practiced this routine a million times, and there was no way that he'd ever get hurt. Besides, he was probably the best trapeze artist of all of them, seeing as his body type was fitting for the job.

He stared at the net below him to know that he was safe. The swing continued to move as his thoughts took up fractions of seconds. Shit, he thought frantically. He was late for his jump, and that could mean that he'd screw up the rest of the act. But panicked, he jumped anyways, gripping tightly onto the swing and rocking to the other side.

He was nearly to where Grimmjow was standing now. A sharp call jutted through his mind, and he stared out left of him.

Luppi barely had time to think, let alone react. He released the swing, the seconds too late seeing as a large, dark-skinned man crashed into his side, rocketing him out into the audience.

Luppi free fell. He stared at the people below, rushing away from the soon-to-be impact zone, and noticed the beautiful black-haired girl staring at him. She seemed both intrigued and terrified at the same time. The man next to her had tried to pull her away, but only put her into a more direct contact zone.

"Nanao!" he screamed. Luppi did not hear anything after that. The world faded into intense white, and then sudden darkness as he collided with her.