Hiyori
I saw the blue-haired Espada rocketing towards us like an enraged cheetah on steriods--his Zanpkuto flashing under the light of the setting sun.
He wasn't after me. He was aimed at Hirako. I felt my jaw drop as I tried to warn Shinji about the approaching danger, but that hot-head was already charging at Grimmjow himself.
Their blades clashed together, sparks flying. "I'm gonna kill you this time!" The Espada roared, and Shinji snapped back, "I'm gonna be the one who kicks ass!"
I slapped my hand over my face. Why do I bother?
"You hate boys too?"
I twisted around, my blade coming up infront of me in alarm. A blonde hair woman stood there, arms folded. She was obviously an Espada too.
"Uh, yeah. Most of the time," but I kept my stance. She didn't seem to notice and watched intently as her partner and Shinji duked it out.
How did I not sense her coming?! She sighed heavily, "Oh well. I don't really want to fight, but orders are orders." Her hand reached back and grabbed the hilt of her blade. She slowly unsheathed it. "You can run if you are afraid."
"Screw that," I muttered. She swung her blade around, energy began to flow from the hollowed out portion. "Suit yourself. I am Halibel."
"Hiyori," I said; taking a step away. A crushing Reiatsu was starting to give off from her body.
"Here I come..." She was in my face faster than I thought possible. I brought my sword up just in time to deflect the blow.
~~~***~~~
Stark examined the map of Karakura Town in utter disbelief. Aizen had drawn it out for them, and even circled where the Vizard were. But there was one, tiny problem... He didn't include a Noth/South compass icon. It wouldn't have been neseccary if all the buildings didn't look the same!
He was thinking of stopping Halibel in the middle of her fight to see if she could read the map. Bad idea...She has the worst sense of direction--EVER in the history of EVER.
FLASHBACK:
Halibel studied the map for a long while. Aizen had included a compass icon this time, but she obviously wasn't using it right.
Stark sighed and leaned over her shoulder, "Halibel, what's taking so long?"
"The map says that way," she jabbed her finger in a random direction, "but then we would end up going in a circle and winding up back here!" she shifted her arm in a half circle and then pointed to the ground.
The Primera suddenly realized what was wrong. He grunted, snatched the map from her hand and flipped it around. "Try looking at it when it's NOT upside-down."
"Damn you." She stalked off, skimming the map as she went. Stark followed relunctently.
Eventually, Halibel had somehow turned it sideways so they winded up stranded in the middle of the woods with no idea where to go. And they weren't allowed back in Las Noches until they completed the mission...
:End of Flashback
Stark shook the thought from his head and glanced over at Grimmjow who was fighting on par with the Vizard.
Would he take a few moments out of the fight to read the map? AS IF.
"DAMMIT!" Stark scolded.
~~~***~~~
Grimmjow
I skid back, Hirako flying at me with no let up. I grinned smugly, "Alright, I'm bored of this! Grind--"
Pain.
Sharp. An agonizing second of endless ripping.
And everything just vanished...
~~~***~~~
Shinji slid to a stop; Kensei held Grimmjow under one arm, the Espada's Zapakuto in the other. "Seemed you needed some help."
"Not really," Shinji replied, then glanced back at Hiyori as she was violently thrown into a building. Mashiro--at Kensei's side--bolted down to help the Vizard.
Kensei shrugged, "I--we--came anyway because Lisa had a great idea. But it involved us capturing one of the Espada, though."
"Running away?" Shinji retorded. Kensei nodded, "We have too. It's part of the plan."
Mashiro returned with a tattered Hiyori.
Stark was suddenly behind Kensei. Halibel on the opposite side of the group. "Where do you think you're going?" She sneered deeply.
"Mashiro, now!" Kensei roared. Mashiro plucked four small, grey balls from the shoulder bag strapped across her chest.
Stark realized what they were all too late.
Smoke bombs.
The clouds enveloped the the group; Halibel and Stark sheilded their eyes from the blast.
The vizard--and Grimmjow--were gone when it cleared.
~~~***~~~
"Of course!" Stark shot up. It had been 3 days of trying to find Grimmojow, "That explains a lot! They brought him somewhere that hides off Reiatsu! No wonder I can't sense him!"
Halibel smacked the back of his head. "Thanks for that theory, Captain Painfully Obvious!"
Stark rubbed his bump and sneered at her. Aizen frowned, "I can tell this is going to be a disaster--but no matter. Stark; Halibel, head into the real world and don't come back until you find him! Here, take these Gigais with you."
"Where did you get these?" Stark asked, holding up the body that mirrored his own image without a mask. White long-sleeved shirt (with a grey stripe running across the chest) under a dark blue vest and black jeans--a chain(that was supposed to be a belt) hung down to his mid thigh.
"I snagged them a while back--before I revealed myself as a traitor to Soul Society," Aizen seemed pleased with himself.
Halibel's mask was gone on her body. She wore a purple Tee-shirt (that head a large pink heart on the front) on top of a grey long sleeve, and blue jeans that were speckled with gold on the front.
"Aizen-sama you didn't!" She whined.
"Didn't what?" Aizen asked and blinked at the front of her shirt when she pointed to the heart. "Oh...To make you seem like less of an Espada."
Stark shrugged and slung his gigai over his shoulder, "So, how will get out of these things?"
"Mod souls," Aizen held out two small green balls and Stark and Halibel leaned closer to examin them. "Or artificial souls. I also snagged these from Mayuri-taiichou. Just swallow them and they'll take care of your bodies while you fight."
Stark and Halibel looked at each other unsurely before plucking the 'souls' from Aizen's palm.
"Not get going you two!" Aizen barked, "Time's a waistin'!"
Did he just...? Stark shook the awkward thought from his mind. Some things are better left ignored.