"Casimira:
Chapter One;
Background Check"
She stood in her kitchen, taking aspirin for her massive headache that just wouldn't go away. She swallowed the pills dry, drank some water, and, just before it could come out, caught a sneeze within a tissue. Honestly, she didn't care for the color, and she didn't care if she was wiping her eyes with the other side of it. She already felt like shit! Why bother worrying if your gonna get worse when it goes away the next day?
The girl walked into the bathroom of her black and red spattered apartment, turned on the lights, and looked in the mirror; soon glaring at the very image of her own gray eyes appearing in the object, as she saw her regular black hair in her laced, plaid red ribbon holding up her long, usually-black-now-silver-ish hair that went down to the start of her thighs, while her mildly colored skin had paled almost completely white; the only color seen upon her flushed cheeks and runny nose.
"Definitely not going to school; not like this!" The female decided, undoing her black bathrobe and revealing her red, laced bra and dark green undies. She walked to the living room, completely removing the robe, and picking up her navy blue cell phone before dialing a number. "Hello, this is Bikou Haruna!" She started, the dryness in her throat choking her voice. "Yes, I'm not coming to school, today!"
She stood there for a few moments, listening to the person on the other end of the line, and allowing herself to plop onto the couch. Haruna, how she called herself, continued to listen, and for a few seconds while doing so, her eyes went wide in shock. "Are you kidding me? !" It would've been much stronger, only her dry throat wouldn't allow her to get much louder, and rasping at her change in tone so it'd get quieter. "What kind of stupid rule is that? !" She asked in the same tone she had when she had first began talking. "Then, go ahead and expel me!" She told them, glaring at nothing before ending the call.
Haruna plopped on the couch with a sigh. It was already bad enough that she was barely able to pay for her necessities, that she had was always overworked so she could get paid her minimum wage, and her usual illness that came up once in every few weeks, but seriously, the last thing she needed was bullshit from the attendance office. "'Maximum of three.' What kind of school has a limit on how many times your absent? !" She questioned herself. It was the very last thing she needed.
She sighed, and called a number in her phone that was already on speed dial. Putting her phone to her ear, she laid down on the soft cushions as she waited for the person to answer; opening her black fan, and waving it towards her. Finally, after a few moments of relieving herself from the heat weaving through her body, the person answered. "Dr. Kurosaki?" She questioned. She got a curt response that could only make her smirk. "Yes, again. You know very well this has been natural for my whole life." She reminded him, her voice's tone hinting off arrogance. She brought a pillow up from the floor and rested her head against it as she listened. "Yeah, sure!" She soon found herself scowling. "Don't bother Ichigo about that; attendance office got me expelled." Now, of course she got a major rant on the other line, but she didn't care. "I'll explain when I get there!" With that, she hung up.
Bikou stood up from her comfortable position and went to her darkly shrouded room that mixed green, gold, and silver into the paint on the wall. She through on a black camisole, short jean shorts, and a pair of black gloves. She headed back into the bathroom, untying the ribbon in her hair, and letting the strands fall beneath her knees.
Just as they began to fall, her black locks began to turn into a dark teal color that shimmered as it was touched by the vanity lights. Her skin began to brighten, but only slightly, and her gray eye colored began to dissipate like clouds in the sky, and swerve into a strong, shining violet that seemed to pierce into the soul. "Can't go in with this one; people see through the illusion right then and there." She repeated to herself. Of course, she already knew this; the specific one she was wearing wasn't gonna hide her true form since it changed whenever she got sick.
She grabbed a fuchsia colored hair tie, and put her hair back up into the ponytail she had it in before. Once it was set, her hair immediately changed black, and her violet eyes were once again clouded with the gray hue it had before, along with her skin beginning to pale, once more, but not to the extent it was, before.
Haruna sighed. "Why was I born this way?" She questioned herself, leaving the bathroom so she could get back to lying on the couch...
- Hueco Mundo
Ulquiorra walked down the halls so that he could reach the throne room. He had every intention on getting there quickly so as to not make his leader wait for him long. That was the last thing he planned on doing. Not only did that show disrespect towards him, but it was also the simple fact it was against his own will as to take his time when he was being assigned a mission.
He was told at the meeting the previous day before dinner that Aizen wanted him to report to the throne room immediately after his morning meal, for he wanted Ulquiorra attentive and awake. Now, of course, the Cuatro did as his lord said, and he did so, not wasting any time. Even though Ulquiorra was calm, though, he still wished to have known more detail. To have a mission directed to one of the Espada at a meeting indicated that not only was it important, but it also showed that it would not be a one person job, and Aizen trusted Ulquiorra with this extent, that he knew.
The Cuatro entered the throne room, finding all the other Espada and their fraccion with them so as to hear the detail, should they be needed. He stood before Aizen and bowed, respectively before raising his head to look him in the eyes, showing that he was ready to receive the information, and was waiting patiently for whenever his lord was ready.
Aizen straightened his posture, showing also that he was ready to begin, and spoke to his fourth. "Ah, Ulquiorra! I trust that you are well rested and fed." It was more of a statement than a question, but the pale-skinned male nodded, anyways. "Good, then we will begin the discussion of your mission." The man stated, grabbing the attention of those who had drifted off in boredom.
The leader turned his head back to the Cuatro. "Ulquiorra, your next assignment is essential to the progress of our plans. Do listen, carefully." He instructed. The pale man only nodded. "While within Soul Society, as a captain, I had gained a third ally; former Captain Iriai Asuka of the Sixth Division. She died, however, making sure that our plans could not slip into the hands our opponents." He explain, calmly.
Ulquiorra's brow arched in curiosity as Gin began to approach, catching his attention. "This is what she looked like." The silver haired man told him, handing him a picture from a pocket within his sash. The green-eyed man took the picture, and found himself staring at the woman in the photo.
The picture was of her and his leader, and the two former captains with him. Gin was happily relaxed up against a support beam of a pathway while he stood in the courtyard. Tousen stood on his right, stepping forward from the railing with his arms crossed and only giving off a small smile in his captain's uniform. Aizen was smiling, of course, and was standing on the right side of Gin in his uniform up against the railing, but he was looking at the female next to him.
She was kneeling on top of the railing, smiling just as well, in her standard uniform but with some differences. The woman's uniform was modified with a forest green sash and a few silver necklaces; a total of three with a different gem in each; sapphire, ruby, and emerald. She had long, dark teal hair that she had kept in a braid, which went down to her ankles, her skin was mildly white, and her eyes were piercing violet. However, what caught the Cuatro off guard was that the woman in the photo identified as Captain Iriai had these strange marks upon her face; some gold and some black.
He turned back to Aizen. "What does this former ally have to do with the mission, Aizen-sama?" He questioned, not helping himself but to wonder what a dead shinigami had to do with any of this.
The man's smile seemed to have only grown in its sadistic pleasure. "As you know, after a soul dies twice, it's reincarnated. I now have full knowledge of her reincarnation within the human world, however, her demon blood still holds strong. This mission, Ulquiorra, is specifically to have her come here, and to aid us in our primary objective." He explained. The Cuatro could only question how she'd be useful, but Aizen simply waved him off, telling him he'd explain more at the next meeting which was to follow the next day; obviously very patient with the situation.
He left the throne room with the throne, looking at the back of the picture in order to learn about the reincarnation, reading the description that he was left to learn from. With calm eyes, he began to do so, silently. "Bikou Haruna."
well, there's a new 1. i kno i should get to the others, but i seriously cant help it. hope u liked the 1st chap!
~ K. Fang-sama