Disclaimer; I don't own Bleach. 'nuff said.
They had gathered; ten strong. Plus, in some cases.
Yawns, boredom, disinterest. What did they care for intruders? Let the numerous handle the fools. Let the Privaron be useful for once.
Szayel Aporro hid his satisfied grin, glanced in disinterest at the tensed form of the Sexta. Pitiful.
Lumina shifted weight, glanced at Verona. His most loyal little creations were never good at waiting. He knew it wouldn't take that much longer though.
The argument did break out as he predicted. Nnoitra, insistant that he'd kill them all to prove his strength. Grimmjow with his vendetta. Halibel being the aloof bitch she always seemed to be. Ulquiorra with his duty to guard Aizen's little pet. Noisy things, insects buzzing. He stood and started to walk away, his silence as yet unbroken.
He could feel Nnoitra's sneering expression boring into his back, Stark's rolling of his eyes, Lumina and Verona's hesitance in following what seemed to them a rather sudden move. So he stopped.
"I'll be taking the vice captain now, if you don't mind." Apathetic eyes looked back over the Octava's shoulder at the gathering of Aizen's chosen strongest. "You can do whatever you want with the rest."
"Because he killed your brother? Hah!" Nnoitra's attempt at an insult, clearly, the spitting 'hah' enough of a clue. Not to mention the stupidity of the statement in the first place.
"I can't say I particularly care about what happened to my brother. He was weak, and the weak die. It's a matter of course."
The one eyed freak was still staring, sneering.
"I want him-"
They were all staring.
"-not for what he did to Grimmjow's pathetic excuse for a minion-"
They were all alike in the end; moronic, anger-driven toys that Aizen had crafted easily out of fear and strength.
"-but because he is a subject capable of bankai, and I want to play. You do what ever you want to the substitute though."
Pathetic little things that didn't understand the true genius of science. Szayel Aporro Grantz would be the different one, the better one, safe from competition in his rank, supplied with all the information he needed. He walked away without another word, ignored Nnoitra's jeering laughter, Grimjow's seething anger, Uliquiorra's disinterest. Lumina and Verona tumbled after him, awaiting the orders that would come when Szayel Aporro had adequately removed himself from thoughts of that bad joke of a gathering.
It was all an act in the end, and the finale he wanted was set to be huge.