Figured to post this here as I had on DA :3
Critique is welcomed if it means trying to better improve my writing
Any languages used, namely German and Japanese, I had to use a google translator ^-^;
Either way, hope you enjoy
Birds chirped in the distance, stirring the little girl from her deep slumber, staring at a rabbit, unsure what it was.
She hesitantly reached out her hand, the furry creature sniffing about, alerted by her presence as she sat up. However, it didn't run away immediately, sticking around to be near her before another noise was heard, scaring it off.
Giving a small frown, she heard more noises, sounding like footsteps and talking, making her shake. She was curious, but scared, unsure if what was coming were more humans, let alone if they were dangerous to her or not.
She quickly got to her feet, unknowingly abandoning the food she had collected, her curiosity outweighing her terror.
She wanted to know who these voices were, but she was careful in her steps, as she didn't want to scare them like they had done with the rabbit. Therefore, she remained as quiet as she could in her steps, using her vectors to gently push branches and twigs in front of her.
Slowly, the voices got louder, making her eyes widen as she identified them as male, sounding like they were arguing with one another.
"Why the hell did he have to send us here?" one man grumbled, kicking a branch out of his way, ignoring as the rotted thing smashed to pieces.
"Just a basic survey of possible reiatsu. If we find any, they may have potential as experiments for Darkness-sama. If they don't, then we'll just send in our report and see what happens," the other answered nonchalantly, shrugging his shoulders.
The two continued to march through the forest, unaware of being watched and carefully followed. At least, it was like that for a while before the grumpier man decided it was high time to say something.
"Whoever the hell is following us, come on out," he snapped, glaring in the direction their stalker hid.
He smirked when hearing a terrified squeak, only for that grin to disappear as a blood covered girl emerged.
"Shit," the other cursed softly, "we had to run into a Diclinous. Great going Jaegerjaquez, you just got us killed."
"How the hell would I know what she was?" the other cursed right back, trying to keep his temper in check.
While it had been his and his partner's first time seeing one like this girl, they read plenty enough reports due to a slow rise of some joining their enemy's side.
Provoked or not, they could kill anyone and anything in an instant. Only way to subdue them is having another Diclinous disable them with their psychic like vectors, or somehow removing the horns on their heads. And that is only if they have time, if their vectors weren't very long to begin with.
They're identifiable not only based on their horns, but they all for some odd reason carry the exact same physiological distinctions. They have various shades of pink hair, red to pink eyes, and roughly all having pale looking skin. This girl was no exception, though both were a little unnerved by the blood coating parts of her nude body, her hair and edges of her feet soaked in the crimson liquid. They could also see she must've been sleeping outdoors, for how long, they weren't sure, but it was obvious. It wasn't just the dirt covering her hair and parts of her legs and arm, but how the dried blood looked on her person.
She was thin, but not skeletal once she stepped closer to them, clearly not as afraid as she made herself sound when discovered.
"How did you know where I was?" the young girl asked, cocking her head to the side as she sized them up.
At first glance, they both looked human, but there was something clearly inhuman about the two of them.
One of them had short blue hair and markings around his blue eyes, while the other had almost shoulder length pink hair and white glasses framing amber eyes. The bluenette seemed far muscular than the other due to his exposed chest.
Both men were dressed in odd white clothes, the bluenette wearing an open vest like jacket with odd pants and shoes. He had a strange object hanging off his waist, as did the other, both looking similar, yet vastly different. The pink haired man wore almost an entire one piece at first glance, finding it was only a long shirt with similar pants the other wore, but styled differently at the same time.
But what made her believe they couldn't be human was not only the way they talked, though had difficulty understanding their language, but the bluenette's face. Aside from the markings around his eyes and strange hair color, he had a jawbone like protrusion stuck to his face, making her feel nervous.
Even when she had been following them, she took in their features, having seen some of the man's scars that were visible. She even saw the black marking on his lower back near the hole in his abdomen, the tattoo of a number, though couldn't understand what it meant.
"She speaks German," the pink haired man muttered softly before thinking how to communicate with the child.
"So what the hell do we do?" the other asked, barely understanding what she said.
Rolling his eyes, he focused his gaze on the child, giving her as sweet a smile he could muster before speaking in her language.
"We are trained to sense reiatsu. Though you were hard to find, it was only when you got close enough, that we finally sensed your presence. It is likely because of what you are that made it difficult to sense you right away."
"What is reiatsu?"
"A special energy all living beings possess, but there is a handful, most not being human or no longer human, who gather enough to do amazing things with it."
"You're not human, are you?"
"No, we are known as Arrancar, far superior to those worthless creatures."
Before any more words could be exchanged, the girl made her way over, curiosity shining in her magenta eyes as she got closer.
Once she was within arm's reach between both, she raised her hand, making both men unknowingly freeze up, trying not to show fear.
With gentle touches, she felt along the pink haired man's face, touching his soft hair and the frames, jerking the limb back by how they felt.
"They feel weird," she muttered, clearly in awe at what she felt as she stared into the amber eyes, ignoring his and the other's fears.
"They are remains of a mask I once wore," he answered, somehow getting this feeling deep inside that she wasn't going to hurt them.
Part of him wanted to fear her, yet a nagging voice in the back of his head said otherwise, that she was no threat despite what she is.
He took a wary glance at the bluenette, seeing he seemed to have the same feeling he had as well by how less tensed he looked.
Before he knew it, the girl's other hand reached up, doing the same gentle touches to the other's face. She was obviously fascinated by both of them, eyes shining with the pure innocence any child would bear than that of a cold hearted killer.
"Where did you come from?" the pink haired man dared to ask.
He was curious about her origins, and for some odd reason, felt bad for her wandering alone out here, completely naked and vulnerable. She clearly had little education despite her speech, only guessing she listened to others talk and picked up on it.
"A large building. Humans lived there I think, they did bad things to me. They wanted me to use my vectors, but Voice said not to show, and wait until I could kill them all."
"Voice?"
"Yeah, she was a voice I heard all the time when I was really lonely. But she's gone away after I killed everyone."
"I see…what is your name?"
"My name?"
"Yes, something they must've called you."
"Just freak and monster."
Without even realizing his actions, the slimmer man felt pity, having raised his hand, gently patting her on the head.
"Would you show us where you were held? There might be papers that might have your name written on them."
"I don't want to go back, I want to stay free."
"You'll still be free, I promise you. I'll go inside and look, while you can stay out here with Grimmjow-kun," he chuckled as he gestured to his partner.
"The hell did you say about me, you nut job?"
"Just offered for you to watch her while I look where she was held captive."
"What if she asks me something? How the hell can I reply if we don't speak the same language?" the bluenette growled as he managed to let himself glare at the other man, allowing the girl to examine his jacket and arm. However, he jumped when feeling her hand poke the edge of the hole, making him blush because of it. "Whoa! Don't stick your hand there, kid!" he cried out, ready to rip the other's head off as he laughed at the other's embarrassment.
"Is he mad?" she asked, staring at the other, not understanding what he said, only guessing by his expression, which was hard to read by how red his face became.
"That hole he has, it's another fragment of what we are, symbolizing what we are to be more precise. He's more embarrassed because of its location and having a child touching him there," the other teased as he gave the other a near cheeky grin.
"I'm sorry," she apologized, looking upset that she made the other uncomfortable, something she knew all too well herself.
"N-no problem, just don't go pawing me like that again," Grimmjow answered, not needing a translator for her apology. Just her sorrowful expression was enough to tell him how she was feeling, his face still bearing a faint blush. "So we're going to where the kid stayed?" he asked abruptly, wanting to divert the topic to something else.
"Of course," the other chuckled lightly as he looked back to the girl, "care to show us the way, sweetie?"
"Yes, sir," she answered as she took both their hands, guiding them innocently back to where she once stayed.
She wasn't entirely sure, but she used her vectors, careful not to hurt these men, to search for the building easier. She didn't want to disappoint them, plus the thought of having a name secretly thrilled her.
Both Arrancar occasionally glanced at one another, unsure why they were so willing to help, let alone let themselves be dragged around like this. The only thing that they could come up with would be an instinctive fear deep inside not wanting to die despite what their guts were saying otherwise.
As they got closer, both men already could smell the decaying bodies, wondering if there might be any souls they could devour or capture for experimentations.
When it was finally within their sights, they saw it wasn't a fancy looking laboratory as they first thought. It almost seemed like more like a stone like cottage, clearly a disguise to hide its true purpose.
The small girl stopped, unsure about going in still, so glanced up at the pink haired man, realizing that she never got his name. He said his friend's name, Grimmjow if she recalled, but never introduced himself.
Nervously, she gently tugged his sleeve, grabbing his attention as he looked down at her small figure. "What is it?"
"You never gave me your name."
"Oh…sorry about that," he chuckled nervously when seeing her pout, and judging by his partner's smug look, he had a possible idea what she asked. "I go by Szayelaporro, Granz Szayelaporro. His full name is Grimmjow, Jaegerjaquez Grimmjow."
"Smooth scholar boy, way to make friends, especially with a Diclinous," the bluenette teased, receiving a glare from the other.
"It's a simple mistake, especially since the poor dear has no name to call her own as of now. I didn't think it was necessary until I find out what hers was."
"Why the hell are you determined to find out, anyway?"
"To be honest, I'm not sure…" the thin man answered as he looked at the building, feeling his stomach twisting uncomfortably for some reason. "Wait here with her."
"Shouldn't I take her inside so she can clean up? Maybe get something on her than having her walk around in her birthday suit?" Grimmjow asked as he glanced at the girl, a little uncomfortable of her current appearance.
However, he did his best to hide it, unsure how the other may feel, knowing he was an odd man, odder for showing some concern it looks for the child.
"I don't think we'll be able to get her inside with her risking our lives. They've done things in there she doesn't seem keen on recalling."
"Fine, but what do we do after you find whatever the hell you're looking for?"
"She seems to trust us, if we can convince her, maybe we could bring her back to Los Noches. A Diclinous fighting for us against Panthera, she'll never see it coming. And it would surely bring high marks for us in Aizen-sama's eyes."
"Fucking genius!" the other hooted, making the girl jump from the loud noise.
Once more rolling his eyes, he looked to the child, giving her a reassuring smile before speaking. "I'm gonna go inside. You and Grimmjow-kun will stay out here like we agreed."
"Yes, Szayelapa…apo…" she started, realizing she couldn't fully pronounce his name.
"You can call me Szayel if it's easier."
"Okay."
Smiling without realizing his reason, the pink haired man started to make his way inside, leaving the pair to their own devices.
He knew Grimmjow enough to know he wouldn't try hurting the girl in any manner or form. Not only was he not into that kind of stuff, but she could easily rip him apart before he could even think about performing a Cero or Bala.
**Szayelaporro's Pov**
I don't know why I'm acting like this; it was almost like something inside me felt overjoyed seeing that child. Almost like a piece of me was filled or starting to fill up more than the number of souls I've consumed. I wonder if Grimmjow-kun feels the same way judging the looks he was giving her.
That child though, she's quite fascinating, she clearly has impressive reiatsu to see us so clearly, touch us even.
I unconsciously raised my hand to my face, touching the fragments of my mask where she touched, forgetting I had a glove on. She's so innocent and young looking, is she a pure Diclinous or one of these Silpelits I've read about?
Guess the only way I'll know is if I find any research documents regarding her, more so if there is anything that may have been done we'd need to know about.
When I first entered the building, I almost found myself for once actually wanting to vomit. There were dozens of bodies littered about the halls and rooms I passed by, gagging by the stench of their rotting flesh.
Already, maggots have infested the decaying flesh, including food that has rotted when I found the cafeteria.
There were signs of vomit, meaning that the girl had been here at some point, that and I could see bloodied footprints and streak marks from her long hair on the floor.
How long had she been wandering this place before finding a way out? No, I should be thinking more, how she killed all these people so quickly.
While I couldn't sense any remnants of a soul on any of the bodies, I knew enough from my own studies on decomposition to know they all died roughly at the same time. And judging by the size of this place, if she really did kill them all…
"Her vectors must be immense to do this much damage," I whistled as I found an elevator, hacking into its system with a compact computer I had pocketed.
I found myself wanting to explore, going to every floor, wanting to see how many humans she killed. How far she might've reached to get every last one of them, it thrilled me to no end. If she's as powerful as I'm hoping, if we gain her trust and join our ranks, fight for us, we'd be unbeatable.
So far, I counted at least thirty-five people, though I'm only assuming the first batch I found were at least twelve, maybe fifteen. They were so thoroughly crushed into one another; it was difficult, even for me to tell on the spot. I would have to actually examine every one of them to determine their sex and race, and something told me I'd still have difficulty doing so.
I found myself stopping at a large set of doors, reading the plaque on the side, seeing it was a storage freezer for research.
Curious, I found myself hacking my way in, curious to see what was so important.
**End Pov**
Szayel almost wanted to throw up, a man who was twisted and inhuman with experiments, yet somehow, seeing two frozen bodies of children, it made his stomach churn.
They were barely recognizable, chunks of flesh carved off, muscle and bone visible, gutted and stored in jars and bags.
He read a few notes left with them, reading they were preserved for future research, possibly used for cloning purposes.
Despite the cold freezer sending goosebumps all across his concealed skin, he still shivered from the words. He could barely imagine what would be done with the clones if any were if not already been made.
Before he could find himself more disturbed, he quickly left, making a mental note to return here later and take all this back. The bodies he might try studying to find out what they were looking for before disposing them so no one else can have access.
Either way, when he looked at those charts, he still couldn't believe his eyes when looking between the remains. One stated the smaller body was only five years old, considered a failure to reveal her vectors for further experimentation. The other one said the second girl was only seven, yet both girls, hard as it was to look at them, didn't look like their respective ages.
The pink haired man shook his head, pity filling him as he took one last glance at the remains, leaving quickly, shutting the door behind him.
"No wonder she hates humans," Szayel sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to steady himself.
He knows he shouldn't get emotional, but for some reason, he couldn't stop himself feeling bad for the child, for the dead children kept frozen.
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