This is my very first Fanfic! It was fun writing the first chapter!
This woman is a strange one, she's got a comeback for everything, she's cocky, and she's sarcastic. Finally, a challenge.
Szayel Aparro Granz had finally found a person that had an attitude like his that was fun to play with unlike Nnoitra who just had simple minded comebacks like "fag" or "quire" really anything along those lines. No, Cirucci Sanderwici was a clever one and she obviously going to be worth his while.
She fidgeted on the table uncomfortably; she felt strange back in the "Espada area" of Hueco Muendo, and what felt even worse was the reason why she was back. Defeat, defeated by a four eyed, scrawny little-"Hello Ms. Sanderwici." The flamboyant Octavo said interrupting Cirucci's mental bashing of the young Quincy. Cirucci didn't bother to answer she knew all he was here to do was try to save her powers and if he failed, which was highly likely, then he would have her killed on account of her being "useless" in the eyes of Aizen-Sama. "Well, I'm Szayel, the Octavo Espada, and I'll be here to try and revive your power." Szayel stated plainly.
"And if you don't succeed you'll kill me," She said trying to get him to just disappear. Szayel's eyes widened at her bluntness especially since she was talking about her own death.
"Not exactly, besides Ms. Sanderwici there's a possibility I won't fail and you'll go back to being the 105th Arrancar." Szayel said trying to bring a positive side into their conversation.
"But you're the Octavo, that's a pretty low rank." Cirucci smirked knowing for sure, she'd hit a sore spot. Szayel smirked causing Cirucci's sly smile to disappear and a look of confusion to grace upon her face.
"Ah, But I'm still an Espada all in all, so I won't be talked to in such a manner by an arrancar such as yourself." Szayel said an obvious spark of anger in his reiatsu.
"Not all arrancar are weak you bloody fool! I was once an Espada and still would be if I had the privilege of being one of Aizen-Sama's favorites! All I lack is class! Power has nothing to do with it you brat!" Cirucci barked. The two glared at each other for what seemed hours and Szayel decided to break the silence.
"For some strange reason Ms. Sanderwici, I respect you," Szayel said fiercely.
"Call me Cirucci," She said with the same amount of power and the two shook hands.