OOO
Maaka strode past random doors, none of them belonging to her or Amaji's, getting angrier and angrier as she continued her walk of doom. Up ahead there was an open door. Sounds of anguish could be heard emanating from the room. Curiosity overcoming all common sense, she peeked into the room, recognizing it to be Starrk's. Amaji was laying buried under the Espada's mound of pillows. The Privion was nowhere in sight and Maaka wondered vaguely where he was before the redhead caught sight of her.
"Help me!" She squeaked, poking her head out for a millisecond before vanishing again. Raising an eyebrow, the smaller woman walked forward and was immediately tackled by the young Fraccion, rolling her onto her back. With a mighty kick, Maaka managed to get Lillinette off her and rolled to her feet. She thrust a hand into the pile, searching for the Shinigami buried within it. Feeling flesh, she grabbed at it and gave a mighty pull, yanking Amaji out and unbalancing herself in the process.
"Can we go?" She asked, pushing her friend off of her and sitting up. Lillinette crossed her arms and glared at the pair.
"You two are no fun!" She complained, falling down onto the pillows and laying her head back. Rolling her good eye, Maaka pulled Amaji out of the room, grumbling as she did. Together, they made their way through the hallways until they finally found their room. The shorter Shinigami flopped down on the floor and stretched out, yawning. Amaji sat down on her bed, stretching her aching legs, glad to be back in a friendly room. Suddenly a loud buzzing sound reverberated through the small room, making both of them jump. With a sigh, Maaka pulled out her communicator out of her inside pocket and jammed it into her ear.
"Whaaaaat?!" She snapped irritably, sitting up on the carpet.
"My, my, calm yourself small one," Gin's voice filtered in through the earpiece. "I have a job for you two to do," There was definite laughter in his voice. "The prisoners need exercise, go take them for a walk around Las Noches." With that, he disconnected. Maaka let out a loud groan and pulled herself up, repeating the message to the redhead. Pissed, she flung the door open and stormed down the hallway, leaving the taller Shinigami to run after her in an attempt not to get lost.
OOO
There was a lot of protest when Maaka snapped the wristband onto Shuhei.
"Oh knock it off," She grumbled, tightening it. "It won't hurt you or anything, it's simply there so you can't run away, now get up." She tugged gently on his sleeve and pulled him to his feet. The dark haired man let out another series of grumbles and tugged at the thin, white, strip around his wrist. Maaka smacked his hand away and grabbed at his hakima, pulling him out of the room and into the hallway.
"I said stop," She griped, letting go of his clothes. "Just walk around for a little bit. How many times have you been out of your room? None?" The shorter woman put her hands on her hips and turned her attention to Kira's door, waiting for the two to come out.
The door opened slowly and Amaji walked out with the blonde trailing behind her, free of all constrictions. Even so, as the two entered the hallway, the man did not attempt to flee, or even voice an opinion on the simple ability to escape. He just walked along, about a foot behind the female, and looked about blankly as if not completely there. Maaka watched as Shuhei's jaw dropped, eying the unused 'leash' in the other captors hands, and at how the other man made no attempt to make a dash for freedom when his chances were so great.
"Kira, what the hell?!" Of course he shouted. She smacked him harshly on the head, shutting him up and earning a glare that could kill, and Amaji sighed walking up to the two. She cocked her head and glanced swiftly at the blonde before returning her gaze to the smallest of the four Shinigami.
"Ignoring that comment, shall we walk them around or, even take them to the world of the living? I've been eying a dress there, and considering there are no school uniform laws anymore. . ." She trailed of with a small giggle, earning a laugh from Maaka. They grasped hands and nodded, then sauntered off wordlessly, the scarred man being dragged and the emo one trailing along quietly, watching the dog-and-master scene in amusement.
Amaji led the group about a mile around the premises of Las Noches before finding a room filled with many necessities thought to be exiled in a place like this, but the red-head rummaged through the many mounds of oddities before popping out of one particularly large pile and surfing down it back towards her Shinigami group. In her hands were four duffle bags seemingly large enough to manage a load of clothes for maybe about three to four days without any issue, a week maybe if pushing it. She shoved a silvery one towards Kira, a fire patterned one towards Maaka, and a ninja themed bag was thrown down on Shuhei's head. Amaji then snapped her fingers, enjoying the superiority over these two men, and a garganta opened for them to shimmy on through.
Both men froze, until a large yank pulled the black haired one through and the blonde was gently pulled through by the shoulder. On the other side, Amaji had made it so that Tokyo popped up beneath the foursome, the bright and sparkly lights a bright invitation to the things to come. With glittery eyes, Amaji turned towards Maaka with a grin and looked over to the two gawking guys.
"I'll go rent us two rooms at a /nice/ hotel, meaning clean and no prostitutes hanging about, then we can crash for tonight and tomorrow we start a Tokyo escapade. I've got money stolen from - err -" She froze, biting back Gin's name so not to alarm the two not-ex-Shinigami. "A friend so that we can buy stuff galore and manage food for a long time, and clothes shall be awaiting us once we get to the room. I'll take Kira along, you can drag around Shuhei like a rag doll until I'm done, I don't trust you two in a nice hotel and a wish not to go alone thank you."
Maaka had laughed when she had suggested dragging Kira along with herself while the shorter woman got the scar-face. Sighing, Amaji nodded swiftly towards the blonde man and leapt away, the man following her. Maaka was amazed at the fact that he was so free, and still he didn't run from them. Pushing aside that thought yanked on the man's chains, willing him up to drag him off somewhere for an hour. Somehow she'd find Amaji later, spiritual pressure maybe. Communication was currently limited at the moment - shit.
OOO
At a swift tug on his restraint and Shuhei was pulled almost into a store window. Maaka slackened her grip on him and stared into the window, taking in all the styles that she was being shown. The black-haired man gave her a look laced with curiosity. He had never seen her like this; she seemed more human, oohing and ahing over the fashions. The slack in his bind increased as the small woman dropped it entirely.
"You're letting me go?" He asked in disbelief, gaping at her. Not giving him any kind of look, she lifted and lowered one shoulder in a half-assed shrug. With a toss of her hair, she moved away and down the street, looking into more windows. Against everything his brain was screaming at him, he followed her. She smiled as she caught sight of him out of the corner of her eye. 'Men,' she thought with a little laugh. 'Give them what they want and they'll still follow you around like puppies.' A light flashed in front of her face, making her cry out in shock and fall backwards to the pavement. The city lights were beginning to turn on in response to the dimming skyline above them. She pulled herself up to her knees and rubbed the back of her head, groaning a little.
"Yeah, don't help or anything," She grumbled, struggling to stand. "So, where to next?" She asked, turning to face the Shinigami. He pretended to think for a minute.
"I vote we just go back to the hotel, I'm tired from all this excitement." He began to move in the direction Amaji had vanished to, when her voice stopped him in his tracks.
"Aw, we just got here," She said with a fake and very convincing pout, absently pulling at a lock of dark hair. "I was going to walk around for a while. But if you want to go back." She said with a fake sigh, milking it for all it was worth. Before he could start to babble incoherently, she smiled devilishly. "I was kidding, I want to go back." The scarred man growled, angry and exasperated at the meddlesome woman. The bond was pulled again as she picked it up and tugged, half-dragging Shuhei with her.
"Oh, there you two are! What took you so long?" Amaji was perched on a stone wall outside the hotel, a glare clouding her features. Maaka shrugged, brushing away her friend's anger easily.
"Window shopping. I'm stealing some money to get some stuff," She said, ignoring the sounds of disbelief that the redhead was emitting. "So, what rooms are we staying in then?" Amaji tossed the shorter woman a key with the numbers four-eight-three carved into them.
"That's yours and Kira's. Well, for the first night anyway," She said, hopping down and walking down to the elevator. "I figured this would be the best way for now. Besides, they're both master suites, so the beds should be relatively large." She called over her shoulder as she pressed the elevator button. Maaka rolled her eyes and headed towards the stairs, preferring to climb rather than wait around. She made a note that nobody followed her as she began the climb up to the fourth story.
000
Amaji pulled lightly on he chains she had been given, to pissed right now at Maaka's ignorance to care. There was no way in hell that girl was getting any of her money tomorrow, and she'd be lucky to get fed or even be given any money the second day. Sighing, she walked over to a large oak door with the numbers three-seven-six on it in shiny copper and used the old-fashioned key - as in actual metal that fits into a little keyhole in the door to unlock it - and entered followed moments later by a no longer struggling scar face.
She looked around to see and almost ballroom looking sleeping space, enjoying what she paid for her room. It had crimson-red carpeting with large oak walls that made it cozy, the furniture a nice red-maple that lavished the enitrety of the walls. Bookshelf, end tables, nightstands either side of the bed, large, old-fashioned poofy chairs, and a large en-suite bathroom that was stark white the complimented it all. Sighing, she watched the Shinigami slump over on his now official side of the bed, a space just for him she'll never touch ever if it killed her, and walked over to her little mini duffle bag to wisp out a nicely fitting gigai. Shoving it on with ease, though it wasn't too comfortable, she put on pajamas and went straight to bed. There shall be no sharing of the money tomorrow, no matter Maaka did. She'd make sure the little brat wouldn't even be able to steal it, that was a fact.
000
The next morning, the foursome had met downstairs, fully gigai'd and ready to go. Amaji had wanted to go shop for some cute skirts and bra's she'd been wanting for some time, and didn't trust Hisagi to not drool over every pretty lady in the store so she was dragging along the doom-and-gloom emo man along. Maaka was going to yank around said pervert and steal some nice pants she'd wanted the night before then go to the mall where they'd all meet in five hours. Inside the arcade to be exact, even ex-Shinigami wanted to have some fun and the two girls had been drooling over the idea of some DDR completion this week.
Kira's little leash tied around her right wrist (no struggle when she'd put it on this morning, and she hadn't even wanted to), the amused woman skipped off, looking forward to a nice day of shopping. She even planned on buying stuff for Kira if he wanted anything. Oh! And Starrk had asked her to buy one of those fascinating 'therapeutic pillows' the humans had invented - and many of them at that if Amaji had found some.
Still skipping, and slightly yanking at the leash connected to her wrist, Amaji made her way down about four blocks of big city skyscrapers until she'd reached the shopping district. There were smaller buildings along rows and rows of streets and what-nots, and each had a little fascinating sign indicating what was in it and what it had to offer. Eyes glowing like a kid who was in a candy store, Amaji whipped around to grab Kira's hand and drag him off to the first clothing shop she'd seen that had a cool neon green and yellow sign with a rabid bird sporting a bra on its head and shredded underwear in its beak. Inside was man and women's underwear of every variety imaginable, even some unimaginable stuff, and Amaji squealed in pure joy. Not knowing what to go for first, she decided to let her captive pick out some nice clothes while she looked around looking at every piece of fabric in the shop. Thankfully she'd brought enough money to by a mansion for the week - she was going to need.
Kira, a pink tint noticeable under those emo bangs of his, and under the influence of an overly joyous red-head that seemed to be lost in ecstasy, started to rummage through some men's wear he never really actually noticed before. Thankfully there was a nice little section of just boxers and other comfortable pant-like clothing, he waltzed over and picked out some stuff he could wear for the week. If he was offered something like a vacation and spending cash while being kidnapped, he better enjoy the spoils of war. Why not?
Amaji kept grabbing some random stuff he thought she might be picking for herself, but later on learned she was grasping all clothes she wanted him to try on, and he was quite literally forced to 'model' in her choice of clothes for every single woman in that shop - great job super ego, she just killed what he had left of it. Thankfully though, she had let him free of his chains for this, if for just a little while.
OOO
Maaka slipped outside the hotel and dragged the protesting non-ex-Shinigami with her. Ignoring him, the small woman began to walk down the street, drawing in the stares of passersby. A five foot, skinny woman dragging around a buffer, much taller man; that was bound to attract attention. Without paying them any mind, Maaka pulled Shuhei into a large store stocked with dark, emo/punk-looking clothes. The inside of the building was nearly pitch black, and loud, screamo music blasted from unseen speakers. Oddly, he liked the atmosphere.
"Hmm... I need new pants for this damn thing," She pulled at the gigai's hair. "And some belts, and other makeup and jewelry. And Amaji wanted a pride bracelet." She caught the smirk on Shuhei's face as he willingly walked with her to pick out clothes. He even leafed through them himself, thinking that the chains on the pants were actually pretty cool. Maaka walked around the store, pulling bottles of nail polish, chains, necklaces, bracelets, and wristbands off their respected shelves and tucking them into a bag she had brought, making sure to leave it in the front to 'pay' for later.
"Did Amaji give you any money?" He asked suddenly, pulling a pair of dark purple pants with long chains on them off of the rack. Silently she shook her head.
"Nope, but I got a plan for getting the stuff," She smirked and headed towards the dressing room, unconsciously dragging Shuhei with her. Unfortunately for both of them, he couldn't stand outside of the door because of the chain, so he had to follow her in. "Now be a good boy and turn around. I'll be dammed if you get a look at me naked." She almost caught the thin layer of pink spreading on his cheeks before he turned away from her. He felt something heavy fall onto the shackle, and with a jolt, realized that she had taken her top off and had let it slide down the chain. He tried to keep calm as the chain pulled several more times, signifying her dressing and undressing multiple times.
"Are you almost done?" He snapped a little irritably. He had moved so his head was resting on his arm with his elbow propped up against the wall. The dark-haired woman snickered and turned to face him, wearing nothing but a bra and panties. He cast her one glance before lowering his eyes to the floor. He could just about feel the blush seeping into his cheeks.
"Oh, I forgot you had stuff to try on. Well go on, I'm not stopping you. I promise I won't peek," The last line was delivered in a teasing voice. "Well, no promises." She sniggered and reached for a shirt, pulling it on and pulling him closer to her. With an irritated grumble, the dark-haired man hesitantly stripped. Every so often, he thought he caught a glimpse of yellow eyes staring at him, but he pushed that thought to the back of his mind. When they were both dressed in their original clothes, Shuhei decided to ask the question that pressed into his mind.
"So, how do you propose we pay for all this stuff?" She just smirked in an evil way before her gigai collapsed, leaving her standing in front of him in her spirit form.
"Start causing a commotion," She said simply. "Something about your girlfriend collapsing. I'll be back in a few minutes." With a last smile, she popped the door open with a soft 'click'. Shuhei smiled, knowing full well what she had in mind; he decided to go with it for the sake of free clothes.
"Maaka? Maaka are you alright? Hey, I need some help here!" He kneeled down next to the lifeless body as someone in the store ran to his side. Maaka laughed and grabbed the clothes, unnoticed by all the concerned customers. She shoved them into the bag she had stashed earlier and pushed open the front door, setting off the alarm. Knowing full well she wouldn't get caught, the short woman made her way out to the sidewalk, stashing the bag behind a ledge somewhere near the top of the building. With a chuckle, she made her way back inside to rescue Shuhei.