A Whole New kind of Wizard
Capítulo Dos:
Morning Meeting
6
The following morning, Grimmjow awoke with a start and nearly shattered his alarm clock to bits. He had flung it across his room in his shocked state. The sixth Espada lifted up, pulled down his covers, turned to the left, and only then pushed himself off the bed to stand, facing the back wall of his room. He turned yet again and staggered toward his bathroom in a torpid fashion. He had to clean himself up for the day, and it was going to be a long one at that.
Hot shower water. Oh, did it feel nice streaming down his well-toned body. Grabbing the shampoo, Grimmjow lathered his hair then washed it back out again. He repeated this once more before kneading the conditioner throughout the light blue strands. Afterward, he snatched his sponge off the wall hanger, and then turned to the body wash. The only thing that sucked about washing his body was cleaning under his hollow mask. Normally he'd release to thoroughly clean underneath, but he wasn't feeling the effort today.
After scrubbing and washing away the suds off his body, Grimmjow rinsed out the conditioner thoroughly before stopping the running water. Reaching out of the shower, Grimmjow removed his towel from its respected place, then ruffled his wet mop of hair with it.
Once he was completely dry, Grimmjow wrapped the towel around his waist and stepped out of the shower, now facing the fogged-up mirror. Sneering, he ignored it in favor of walking out of the bathroom, his new goal to find clean clothes through his mess of a dresser. The sixth Espada didn't care too much for order, unlike most the Espadas did—it just wasn't necessary to him. All that mattered was following Aizen's orders and killing enemies. Well, that was all that mattered until yesterday's "event." Said memory of the previous day flowed back into his mind upon looking down at what he had stepped on:
The letter.
Grimmjow inhaled a slow, shaky breath as he glared down at the offending parchment. How did it get in his room? He had tossed the thing on the ground in Aizen's throne room way before he had left! Or maybe he only thought he had? Ah, well, he just decided to leave it be now, because whether the thing was in his room or not did not rank anywhere above what he had to do for the rest of the year. Attend a school for witches and wizards? Ridiculous! He was far from whatever a "wizard" even was—he was an arrancar! A mighty proud one at that!
Growling, Grimmjow muttered to himself while pulling on his jacket and pants, then stormed out of the room, nearly knocking into Ulquiorra in the process (if Ulquiorra hadn't of swiftly dodged it two milliseconds before, of course).
"Watch it, Grimmjow. Even though I doubt you could have caused any damage, I still don't want you touching me," Ulquiorra responded in his cool, monotonous tone.
"You wanna start somethin', Cuarta?" Grimmjow snarled at Ulquiorra, the Spanish number rolling off his tongue.
"Not now, Grimmjow. We have business to attend and I don't want your blood all over my clean attire," the other replied as he walked on ahead of him.
"Just you wait, Cuarta, just you wait…!" Grimmjow cried out after Ulquiorra, then made use of his sonído to make a swift return to the other's side. Ulquiorra turned and pulled one hand out of his pocket in order to push open the door (that led to Aizen's throne room). Grimmjow followed behind him, "tching" all the way in until Aizen held up his hand. That always meant business, that hand of his. He ceased his tching and waited, somehow patient (which was unusual for him).
As expected, however, Aizen did not start until Nnoitra appeared next to Grimmjow. "What took you so long?" Grimmjow whispered to Nnoitra.
"Szayel kept wanting more and more—don't ask," was Nnoitra's immediate response. Grimmjow was just about to "ask," when suddenly Aizen shouted out. "Silence—we have much to discuss and before you ask, I can hear you whispering over there, Grimmjow and Nnoitra." Aizen paused for a moment afterward, as if to think over how to start his usual lengthy speech. "I have taken the liberty to contact this 'Hogwarts,' and have discovered everything you three will need to know about how to buy your supplies as well as locate the train."
"Why in the world would we have to 'find' the train? It should be written on the ticket!" Grimmjow interrupted him. However, Aizen just smiled as if he expected such a response (which he was).
"If you had let me finish instead of rudely interrupting, Grimmjow, I would have explained all of that to you," he retorted with a serious expression. "Now listen closely to what I am about to say. Today you all will be traveling to a shopping district properly known as Diagon Alley, which has all the stores where you will find all the equipment on your list at. Unfortunately for you all, the easiest and fastest way to get there from here is to use this odd stuff called 'floo powder.' How do you use this stuff now? Simple: you toss it into any raring fire in a fireplace or hearth, and then step into the fire while stating clearly where you wish to go." Aizen paused to take a breath. "I'm sure you're all wondering how you are going to buy your supplies, now…well at least, Ulquiorra probably is." Said participant wasn't even fazed by the mentioning of his name.
"I have a stash of 'muggle' money—Oh! Using that new term is so much fun!—I collected ages ago when I was a shinigami for Soul Society. You all will take this money and simply 'exchange' it into Galleons, Sickles, and Knuts for however much it's worth. Don't go spending it as you all please, though! Even though it may seem like a lot to you, spend it carefully. It's all you have to use for your equipment. And I wouldn't suggest stealing from random bystanders now, because they are wizards and can be quite powerful. Therefore, don't attempt it—period." Aizen tried to smile innocently, but it just came out horribly wrong in the end. "Here's the money and floo powder you'll need for the journey and—oh, I almost forgot! You will need to wear these gigai's of that of an eleven-year-old wizard since you all clearly do not look like children," Aizen nodded at Grimmjow in particular. "Do not fret—you'll still have the same looks! Just smaller, flat, and without your hollow bone remnant. Yes, that means no muscles, Grimmjow.
"Well come along and grab your things, don't just stand there!" Aizen "exclaimed" after finally finishing his long speech.
The first to walk up was Ulquiorra, of course, being the only "brains" of the brawny group. The fourth Espada picked up the knap-sac on the table and was quick to shovel the money into it, set it back down, and pick up his gigai as well as the "floo-powder" jar. He soon walked in the opposite direction toward a large fireplace (that Grimmjow swore was never there before). Guess Ulquiorra decided for himself who was to be "the leader." Grimmjow shrugged at the scene, not really caring anymore since he was going to a foreign place—he had nothing much to lose anymore. Grimmjow picked up his own gigai and followed Nnoitra, who was already heading after Ulquiorra. Once in their gigais, Ulquiorra took the lid off the jar and pinched some of the powder, flicking it into the fire. Upon coming into contact with the blaze, the fire roared and turned a greenish color. Cool: it wasn't the normal orange-yellow anymore. Ulquiorra then walked into the fire and stated, perfectly monotonous, "To Diagon Alley." And with that, he disappeared from the green fire.
Wait, did he just take the floo powder with him? Grimmjow thought in his anger. That was, until he spotted Nnoitra bending over to the familiar jar to also pinch at the powder. Oh—Grimmjow didn't see him set it down there. "Since you look so dumbstruck, Sexta, I'll go next and show you how it's done," Nnoitra said with a cocky smirk. However, it faded away when he stuttered out the destination. "D-Diagon Al-" Nnoitra coughed, "-ley."
Grimmjow laughed at him as he vanished. What a loser. "Show me how it's done," my ass! Bending over now, Grimmjow pinched at the powder just like the other two had moments before, thrust the stuff into the fire, and stepped into the fireplace. Unfortunately, he coughed himself when he spoke out because he ended up breathing the after-dust in, causing for him to stutter just like Nnoitra had. Great, now he was also a sore loser.
However, the following event had Grimmjow feeling more nauseous than he had ever felt before…
Author's End Note (7/22/14; 11:54pm EST):Ew. This took way longer to edit than I originally anticipated. It's going to be fuuuun going through the notebook that the third chapter is located in 38/
