Disclaimer- please.
Amaji- Sara
Maaka- me
Amaji sighed and stared into the room at the doorway, staring at the captive man inside. He had been silent for about three days now, sitting on the bed provided to him by Lord Aizen staring out the single, long window into the sands of Hueco Mundo. She stared out the window as well; the white sands and never ending slim crescent moon a beautiful sight, no matter how many hours a day she stared at it. He must not mind staring at the same thing every day, rather night, as well for that's all he did.
The man was Kira Izuru, a vice-captain to the thirteen court guards kidnapped by Amaji and Maaka on command by their Lord. He was blonde and skinny, but every day things seemed to worsen as his eyes started to go blank and thin frame became thinner. His clothed were still the black Shinigami robes, after much fussing with the second General Gin, her brother, she had convinced them to keep a little bit of home. Still, Amaji couldn't get anything out of the blonde and she was soon going to give up and give him away to the Octava Espada, Szayel Aporro Granz, to become a live experiment.
Amaji was tall and extremely slender, almost stick-like, with large curves and breasts. Her skin was a nicely toned tan, and often she thought that even though it was constantly night here, she would still become slightly tanner. Complimenting her body was shining crimson-red eyes and long bright red hair that was in a high ponytail reaching down to her mid-back to give her a feminine charm. Thankfully, her brother was Ichimaru Gin, meaning the Arrancar of Los Noches, the large white dome in Hueco shared and Aileen's army called home left her alone. She shook her head and closed the door behind her, locking it, and then sauntered over to the room next door to the next captive cell her closest friend was watching over.
The other female guard was Maaka, an ex-Shinigami quite a bit shorter, but a little more normal in the weight category with large nice curves and breasts that just fit her nicely. Her hair was black with purple-red tints in the light and her only visible eye was a glittering orangey-yellow. She was watching over the man that was a little bit more lively then his neighbor, though he still refused to talk. The man was Hisagi Shuhei, vice-captain of the ninth and also kidnapped into the dull world on command by their Lord. Now next to the smaller girl, she rolled her eye and sighed.
"Anything?"
"Besides pacing and attempting to climb out a window he's to fat for? Nope." They both sighed in unison and started to walk away, side by side and bored at their duties considering there was no excitement in it. For three days they baby-sat, for three days it felt like they were dieing of boredom. What could be any better then that?
"Think they'll at least do small talk soon? Poor Kira-san seems, I don't know, lifeless. I hate having them here, if us being dragged along wasn't bad enough." Amaji locked her hands behind her back and swayed as they walked towards their shared room they had begged Aizen for ages until he caved with the help of her older brother Gin. They entered their white room and looked around. White walls, white dressers opposite sides of each other, two beds on the farther wall next to each other, and one bathroom with more white.
"I hope so, white's boring enough. And /I/ was the one dragged here; you followed your creepy brother okay? Besides, they don't listen to us; we get to have some fun with them." Maaka sneered and jumped onto her bed, her grey Shinigami robe floating about as she collapsed onto her fluffy bed and attempted to sleep. Amaji giggled and lollygagged over to her own comfy furniture, and sat down staring into space.
"Okay, but he's my bro and I had to. But," Amaji raised an eyebrow. "Do you know how much you sounded like Aizen? I don't think I could hurt Izuru anyway, his eyes are really pretty and their dull enough." She lay down and snuggled against her pillow, her white Shinigami robes slowly falling of as she tugged away at them. Maaka turned over to look at her and grinned an evil devious grin that scared Amaji shitless very often.
"Pretty? Oh dear, do you have a crush on the vice-captain? Or, since he was Gin's fukutaicho, want him because of that fact? Since he's our 'captive' you can do what you want to him you know." Her grin widened, and Amaji stared at her friend blankly. She cocked her head innocently and thought for a moment.
"I just think he had pretty eyes is all. I could never take from Nii-san, or do something like that to someone. You're just creepy." Amaji rolled over on her bed, top of her robes finally off and she was no longer dieing of heat, and she ignored her friends banter on how to treat a captive and how she could do wicked things to the man. She finally fell asleep, but that didn't last long when she was woken up again about five hours later for shift yet again to feed the slowly starving men.
OOO
Maaka pulled open the Hisagi's door, dragging a cart full of food with her. For three days he refused food, now she was going to make him eat if it killed her . . . or him. He turned his head away and ignored her the way he usually did when she entered the room. Crossing her arms, Maaka gave the stubborn man a dark glare with her good eye.
"Are you going to eat this?" She tried, offering the food. He shook his head very slightly, about an inch or so. Maaka sighed. "If you won't eat it voluntarily, I'll cram it down your fat gullet," She warned. He seemed to consider it for a fraction of a second before turning completely away from her. She smiled devilishly. "So be it." With that, she leapt at him, grabbing for his neck. With a firm grip, she dragged him to the ground and promptly sat on his broad chest, pinning him. With him stuck on the ground, Maaka reached for the food and pried his mouth open with her free hand. Suddenly, he bucked his hips, sending her falling backwards, but not off him.
"Let go of me you insane bitch!" He yelled, kicking at her. Once or twice, he made contact with her head, making her recoil and roll off him. Now she was pissed, she stood up and kicked at him. Easily, he caught her foot and tried to push her away. He ended up ripping her pants leg off, leaving most of her leg and thigh exposed. Letting out a cry of rage, Maaka walked to the door, casting one dark glare back at the man lying on the floor.
"Starve, see if I care! Just wither away and die!" She slammed the door behind her, pissed off at his arrogance. She stalked to the wall opposite of his door and leaned against it, crossing her arms and seething in unimaginable rage.
Amaji heard some kind of commotion next door and was almost positive that Maaka had started it. For ten minutes, she had been trying to convince Izuru to eat, but this proved problematic. The blonde man simply refused to eat.
"Let go of me you insane bitch!" Hisagi's loud cry came through the wall, followed by a very loud crashing sound and a slamming door. Amaji pointed her thumb at the door.
"You should probably start eating, if you don't /she/ might come in. And I can't promise she'll be nice about it." Casting an almost frightened look at the door, Izuru picked up a morsel of food and began to nibble. Amaji let out a miniscule sigh of relief, finally he was eating. She cast him a look to make sure he was still eating his food before exiting his room. She saw Maaka leaning against a wall, now missing a pants leg.
"Don't ask," She said in response to Amaji's raised eyebrow. Putting her hands behind her head, the small Shinigami began to walk down the hallway. Noticing her friend wasn't following her, Maaka turned her head to stare. "You coming?" she called. The red-head started, looking up to her friend.
"Right, sorry, I was thinking about something." She jogged to catch up to the darker woman. Maaka smiled.
"Ahh, Izuru-kun? He seems like a bore, I like a man with fight," She shook her pant less leg. "Though undressing by force is a bit tactless." She scowled, thinking about a new wardrobe. Amaji laughed.
"You have your work cut out for you. Hisagi's very stubborn," Maaka rolled her good eye and pulled their door open. She flopped on the floor and began to toy with the fraying edges of her pants. "Aren't you gonna change?" The dark haired woman just shook her head, most likely lost in thoughts of revenge. Amaji decided it was best to leave her alone for now, so she slipped outside and decided to go find someone to annoy.
000
Victim of the day: Szayel. After wondering aimlessly for about an hour, she found the man's room completely by accident and stumbled in looking around at all the glowing and bubbling stuffs he kept in there. She found him towards the back, and the ironic thing was he was going over the scene that had occurred in Hisagi's room while she was busy fussing over Kira. She watched as she lunged, sat, he bucked, she fell . . . yeah the whole picture.
"Plan on doing anything with that, Arrancar?" Pinky turned around with a semi-grin and looked back to the screen that suddenly switched to her food intervention an hour ago.
"Ah, Shinigami. Sadly, there really was nothing to go on, but I know the black one has a small ignorance issue. When do I get them, I'd like to learn more." Amaji glared at the screen and shook her head. Her voice emanated from some sound source, and the Octava turned to her on his swively chair with a contempt crooked grin.
"Never, I've gotten him to eat. I plan on keeping him. They're not specimen to toy with." She sounded ignorant herself, but he wasn't about to steal her catch and have her do nothing about it. He chuckled, shaking his head.
"Keeping him? What purpose do you have for him? There is nothing to learn from them, your own brother won't let you help him escape, and there is no personal anything between you. Did you know him, Shinigami?" Amaji though for a moment, and did remember he was her brother's vice, but nothing else really. She was always kept in the dark; Aizen had always made sure of that.
"No, not on a personal level as you've said. But, I still refuse. He is mine, and I won't let you have him, or the other either. What to do with that cocky jerk is up to her, I'm sure she has something planned." Szayel raised an eyebrow, and Amaji straightened up.
"Yours? What claim do you have, you have no level here? Ichimaru-sama may be your brother, but you're not him. In fact, if I asked Aizen-sama, I might even be able to turn you into my own specimen." Amaji shivered and glared at him with her blazing red eyes.
"My brother would not allow that and we both know it. Know you're place Arrancar, I'd suggest you do that soon. And you stay away from those men, they're not toys." She glowered as his grin widened and she say white teeth flash, apparently he really didn't care about anything she'd just said. With a heavy grunt, she twisted around and stalked away proudly to make sure he knew she thought she was above him.
"I will not be a toy either." She found her way out, and again started to wander about looking for some random Fraccion or something to annoy and or punch. Finally, about ten minutes late, Aaroniero crossed her path humming 'It's A Small World' and stopped in his tracks when he saw her. A grin brandished herself when she caught sight of him, and she lunged with an outturned fist. Knuckles connecting with face mask, and shattering it to pieces she smiled and skipped away happy that she'd just punched down something unimaginably stranger then her. She made her way back to her room, but still an hour later (time flies when your bored to hell) she couldn't find it. Something hit her.
"Dammit Gin, stop playing with the damn corridors!" She shouted quite rudely up at the roof of the white hallways, and could have sworn she heard her evil maniacal brother laughing at her from the other side of Los Noches far, /far/ away. No wonder she came across the Espada when she had, but now he was pissing her off again with her unable to find her room. Growling, she stalked away desperately trying to find a place to crash.
"Door!" She found a random door and lunged for it before Ichimaru could change the hallway again and she'd resort to Yammy's way out, running through the doors and giving herself concussion after concussion. She flew at it, crashed into it with a slam, flew it open and ran in, slamming it behind her. Breathing heavily, she turned around to see black little beady eyes looking over to her, and she sighed in relief. She was stuck in the captive's room for the night, Shuhei's no less. "I'm sticking here tonight. I don't touch you, you don't touch me, and we both survive the night. G'night!"
Amaji thrust forward and landed on the white marble floor, and curled up tugging off the top part of her robes. She dozed off in seconds, and for the second day in a row was rudely awakened by the very same being before. Maaka the evil brat.
OOO
Cold water splashed over Amaji's face, waking her in a matter of moments. She coughed and sat up, shivering from the dropped temperature.
"Get up already," Looking up, she saw Maaka standing with two buckets in her hand. "You have to go take care of Mr. Doom-and-Gloom," She jerked her head towards the wall that separated the two rooms. She then proceeded to throw the second bucket of water on the still-sleeping Shuhei. He jumped at the shock and fell off the bed. "You're lucky that's about all I can do as retaliation for ripping my pants to shreds!" She said, pulling up the poor guy by the collar of his clothes. Maaka noticed Amaji slip out of the room, most likely not wanting to be a part of this insanity. Dragging Hisagi with her, the feral-eyed woman grabbed the usual tray of food, bringing into the room. "Are you going to eat today?" She asked, holding the tray in front of her. He glared at her with his dark eyes. She smiled, loving the fiery look in his eye, the look of a true fighter. Sitting up, he looked her in the eye, something he rarely, if ever, did.
"I'll eat, if you tell me your name." Maaka blinked, a little taken aback by this odd request. Shrugging, she thrust the tray at him, dropping it in his lap.
"Raiata Maaka." She sat on the floor in front of him to make sure he ate. He couldn't die on her, Aizen wouldn't like that. She gave an involuntary shudder at the mere thought of her half-brother's name. She hated him with all her being, he had dragged her from the world she knew best and forced her to become a part of a world she never believed in. She was so caught up in her thoughts; she hadn't realized that Hisagi had finished eating. Apparently he had noticed her zone and had taken the opportunity to scarf down all the food in the tray. Maaka laughed inwardly at that. There was no fooling the stomach; the man had been starving for three days. He was looking away, like a puppy that had done something bad. In one swift motion, she stood up and pulled the tray out of his lap, walking to the door. His voice stopped her in her tracks.
"Goodbye, Raiata Maaka." She nodded before closing the door behind her. Leaving Amaji behind to fend for herself, she began to walk down the hallway, noting that Gin was messing with the hallways. She ended up at a random door, and decided to pull it open. As she walked in, she collided with something very solid. Her tiny frame fell to the floor, landing with a loud 'thud'. Looking up she saw that she had crashed into the sexta Espada, Grimmjow.
"What are you doing in my room whelp?" He growled, staring down at the much smaller woman. Briskly, she stood up and brushed herself off, glaring at the arrogant man.
"I didn't know this was your room, kitty-cat," She shot back. "I just walked in. How was I supposed to know it belonged to an arrogant jackass?" Grimmjow grabbed her arm, squeezing hard. His gaze was venomous.
"What the hell did you call me? Gah!" Maaka re-sheathed her Zanpakuto, having just given the blue-haired man a nasty gash on the side of his arm.
"/Don't/. Touch. Me!" She spat, stepping away from him while pushing his now bleeding arm back towards him. "I'll be leaving then, later." She called, stepping out of the room. She began to search in vain for her room again.
000
Amaji sighed, watching the timid man nibble away at his food, completely avoiding her gaze. She turned away to stare out the window supplied to his room, revealing the everlasting white sliver of moon of Hueco Mundo. She curled up and gently rocked herself needing something to do, her gaze constantly shifting from the blond to the pale moon outside. He finished after some time and put the tray next to him on his bed now empty. Amaji stared at it blankly, and then returned her shimmering crimson eyes to Kira who was now gazing intently at her. She raised an eyebrow in question.
"What is your name? And, what are you?" Amaji stared at him, then shook her head and looked at the floor deciding it was something sparkly and funny to look at. Gin had told her not to release her name, no matter whom to. Or the fact that she had willingly come to Los Noches with her brother, just to have someone to talk with before chaos began back at Soul Society. Starting to play with her red hair, she blinked and frowned.
"Amaji, all you need to know." She shifted, still staring at the floor while toying with her hair, but now standing up from the floor. His gaze followed her as she grabbed the empty platter and shifted towards the door, opening it slowly with her feet. Looking back but not directly at him, she smiled half-heartedly and grasped the tray. "I guess I'm just some dead stranger."
She left the room quietly shutting the door behind her, and looked around for her friend who was most likely done choking her own captive with food and should be waiting for her. No such woman was outside; waiting. An irk mark attacking her head, a fang appeared at her lips as she silently snarled, annoyed again her friend had left her alone to fend for herself in these large, lonely white halls. A vein snapped as dropped the tray and started to stomp around to look for her friend, irritated.
"You know I get lost easily, dammit woman! WHY?!" She fumed, screaming loudly down the hallway. She knew at least half of the Arrancar population here had heard her, that and her brother and Aizen, and maybe if she was lucky her god forsaken friend. Maaka was always letting her get lost in these halls, and today was no exception to her treachery.
Looking around for about five minutes, Amaji had already gotten lost in the long halls and was desperately tiring to find a living being, dead or not. Espada or Shinigami. Something she could halt and ask directions too! Tearing away at her red hair, she stomped down some random stairs and found herself in front of a door with the large imprint of a gothic 'One' on it and slammed it open to find a mound of pillows with sleeping form perched on them. Irk mark still there, and irritated beyond therapeutic help, she trudged over to the sleeping Starrk ready to wake him up. Before she could though, a very evil little Fraccion popped up from the mound and attacked her.
"Hello, you are now prisoner to me!" A very happy little Lillinette was now sitting on her breasts, happy as a bee and content at her new captive. Amaji just groaned and bashed her head to the ground, tired and giving up on life. What was the point anymore? Sighing, she let the brat start pushing her around, coming up with game ideas and ignoring the groaning noises Amaji was constantly letting out, and soon they were playing hide and seek in a itty bitty room with only a little mound of pillows to hide them.