Title: Proper Place
Characters/Pairings: Cirucci
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 325
Warnings: Some violence
Disclaimer: Standard disclaimers apply.
Notes: Written for the LJ comm bleachcontest, #26 "Princess"


As an Espada, Cirucci had been spoilt like a Prima Donna, given all the attention she needed.

She was an original after all, having removed her Hollow mask on her own, without the help of the Hougyoku. And she demanded acknowledgment of the fact that she had been the fifth strongest among the initial Ten Blades. Everything in Las Noches had its designated place and hers was at the top.

She loved her admirers, her bootlickers, all the flattery and groveling. A position at her feet was desireable, not every Arrancar could claim to have such a beautiful master. Lenient, too. She ripped out tongues or eyes, but she did not crush skulls for minor offenses.

It was not that she was overly explosive. She just had never grown up. Not during her human years and not as an Arrancar. It had been too late by then. As a Hollow there was nothing growing up, growing stronger maybe, but all she remembered was the deep-seated hunger for souls.

As a Privaron, Cirucci had to fight for every scrap of attention.

Now she was the one to grovel. She was not among the strongest anymore. And her existance as a natural Espada counted for nothing. This change did not sit well with her, but who would rejoice at having their rank stripped off?

Being locked away in Tres Cifras and treated like an outcast. Being stepped on by Arrancar she had previously looked down upon. This was not the proper form of conduct toward a former Espada.

But she couldn't afford herself to explode now, in her position. Not when everyone stood above her. Unless she had a wish to end her life prematurely. Which was not the case. Aizen-sama could still make use of her. Otherwise she would have been disposed of already.

Everything in Las Noches had its proper place indeed. Though hers had sunk into the dirt with no prospect of surfacing again.