Ch.4 I like the new guy, too bad he's dead though…
"I…what?" Gin said as he stared at the man before him, who was raising a brow back at him.
"Okay, since you didn't get it the first time." Seven cleared his throat then leaned forward with his hands on his hips. "Wwwwwhhhhhaaaaaattttt…tttttthhhhheeeee…..…..iiiiiiiissssss….aaaaaaaaaaa…. .….?"
Gin's mouth opened a tad bit. "You don't know what the soul society is?"
Seven rolled his eyes and sighed. "I don't know who this Aizen guy is, but he sucks at choosing the help."
Gin squinted again and turned around to mutter to himself. "This…is the key to our plans? This…idiot."
"Hey, whose the idiot!" Seven said as he scowled. "Bitch I'll cut you!"
Gin shook his head. "Just…" he sighed and scrubbed at his face with a hand. "Just follow me."
Seven rolled his eyes again. "Umm, forget about the bars." Seven rapped his knuckles on the bars, then turned around and mumbled to himself. "Jack ass."
Gin's eye twitched and considered pulling his sword out, but calmed himself down and walked over to the wall that had a switch on it. "You better be worth it." Then flipped it, the gates sliding up and letting Seven walk out.
Seven looked at the surroundings in awe. He was out of the cage, without being experimented on. "…Yeah…"
Gin shook his head and looked back at Seven. "Come now, we should leave lord Aizen waiting."
Gin snapped while he looked back at Seven and a black line appeared in front of him, Seven raising a brow as the line began to tear itself open, like a mouth that had been sealed shut with glue. The darkness inside the mouth was like an abyss yawning out before him.
"Follow closely, otherwise you might die."
Seven swallowed hard.
~Mat~
Hanatarō gasped as he looked at the two fighters, both hunched over and breathing heavily in the demolished surroundings. One covered in cuts and slashes, his hands limp with the fingers crooked like claws and red tinted green eyes. The other man bald with gashes all over his body, his spear now a three sectioned staff that was wrapping around his upper body like a snake.
"This is…" Hanatarō couldn't believe what he had seen, the two were monsters. They had nearly destroyed three buildings already, one three stories tall with their fighting.
"This Matsuo person is incredible," Yumichikia started his smile widening. "But this is Ikkaku's win!" he said triumphantly, causing Hanatarō to give him a strange look as the two men attacked each other again.
"How can you say that? Matsuo has been tearing Ikkaku up. Literately." Matsuo fingers were like claws, the wall to Hanatarō's left held the scars from his fingers cutting through them. He had some finger strength.
"True, but Ikkaku still has his wits about him and is fighting smart. Matsuo may be getting in the most hits but Ikkaku's been hitting him in the right places."
The bald man timed another slash that cut the under side of Matsuo's wildly swung left arm and it fell limp.
"See?" Yumichika said with a smug smile and Hanatarō nodding. "The only way for Matsuo to possibly win is if he got his wits back around him which I doubt happening any time soon." Yumichika looked relieved and Hanatarō frowned.
"Hey, Yumihcika could it be possible that you love Ikkaku?" The flamboyant man paused then gave Hanatarō a look.
"What?"
Hanatarō began pushing his two index fingers against each other as he avoided eye contact with the man. "Well it is just you two are together all the time and never with woman so I just figured that you and him were…you know."
The look on Yumichika's face told him everything and Hanatarō's mouth feel open. "You…Why would you even suggest such a disgusting thing!" Yumichika looked ready to pull his sword on the smaller man. "Me, the beautiful Yumichika with that bald ass monk!" He looked ready to throw up as he picked up a rather large piece of rubble and held it over his head, staring daggers at the smaller man as he began side stepping the angered man.
"Wait, Yumichika, I was just asking a question, please don't do anything rash!" the flamboyant man was enraged beyond words and threw the stone, Hanatarō ducking under it.
Ikkaku got back into his stance, having to retreat a step or get his side torn out by his opponent's fingers. What ever Matsuo had down had made hi fingers as solid as steel and capable of tearing through stone, hell he had even been able to rip through the supports to one of the buildings they had demolished.
The man in question took another step towards him, his left arm limp as he leaned forward, about to charge. Ikkaku was ready to meet him but as his opponent went to shoot forward a large piece of rubble slammed against his head and bounced off. It threw him off balance and Matsuo feel over onto his side.
Ikkaku blinked in surprise and looked towards the thrower, Yumichika with a surprised look on his face, Hanatarō staring over his shoulder at the downed man.
"He did it." Yumichika said as he pointed at the smaller man, who quickly looked back at him and said.
"Hey, don't you blame this one me!"
"Quiet you fugly little bastard." Yumichika shot back equally as fast.
"Ow!" Ikkaku looked back at the downed man as he pushed himself back up, rubbing the side of his head as blood poured down his face. "What the hell happened?" He asked groggily.
Ikkaku grimaced as he scratched the side of his head. "Well…" He looked over at Yumichika as he was trying to strangle Hanatarō as the smaller man planted his foot in the larger mans crotch causing him to scream out words not proper for kind company. "Its better I don't tell you."
Mat nodded as he stood up unsteadily and shook his head clear. "Crap…Anyways lets continue where we were?"
Ikkaku showed his teeth, it could have been a smile. Could have. "I was about to kick your ass actually so let's get back to that."
Mat blinked and then brought up his crazed smile, taking up his combat stance. His left arm was still limp and Mat frowned at it, but returned his gaze to his opponent "Oh, right. Sounds good!"
The two men charged each other, Ikkaku with his spear reformed and held up; Mat with his right fist cocked back with his abnormally large canines bared. Ikkaku thought he resembled a Lion. A half crazed and blood thirsty Lion, but a Lion none the less.
Again Time slowed for him, Mat only a foot away, both committed to the attack, it would be a deciding blow and honestly he was going to win. He wasn't being cocky; he just had the longer weapon. Then he saw something that would haunt him for the rest of his days. In slow mo a pair of tiny feet clad in sandals slammed into Mat's face, the impact spreading across the man's face as he was slammed sideways. Then the feet lead up to the small body of a pink haired girl with a lollipop in her mouth and a shine in her eyes.
Then time speed back up and in a blur Mat was gone…And so was part of the wall next to him. "…Wha…What?"
The pink haired girl landed lightly, her arms upraised and sparkles in her eyes. "A perfect landing leads to a ten rating, she takes home the gold." The pink haired girl said happily and Ikkaku narrowed an eye.
"WHAT!"
~?~
"I don't get why we are even here, Senior." The tall man said as he stroked his mustache. His hair was pulled up in two devil like horns, the bone plate on his forehead following the same pattern. He wore a modified white uniform with tassels on the forearms, a poofy red sash around his waist, shoulder pads and his white jacket was half zipped to show his black under shirt.
"No one said you had to come, Dordoni." A second male voice spoke back, the hint of humor tinting the harsh sound. The voice belonged to a man only a hair shorter than the other; he had long, Milky white hair that matched his skin and reached to his waist, his bangs slicked back tight to his head to reveal his acar on the forehead. The scar ran from the top right forehead corner to the back of his right eyebrow. On both his ears was a casing, bone white and traced the lines of his ear to the base then slipped into his ear hole, resembling a pair of earphones.
He had piercing white eyes, only tiny black pupils coloring his eyes different. He wore white robes, his jacket longer and trailing at his heels in the back, half zipped up to reveal his muscled chest and the hole barely showing due his jacket. His pants were a bit baggy, hanging around the soles of the white boots he wore, pockets evident, they were like pure white jeans with black stitching. He was a striking figure, all in white with milky skin and a handsome face. He looked like he had been carved from marble except for the scar, a figure that showed off all the positive assets of a man, the muscles and the face. He was a living statue, a testament to a nigh perfect existence. In appearance anyway.
"In fact, why the hell are all of you here?" The marble man said as he looked back at the other three with him. Dordoni smiling as he stroked his mustache and the other two figures, smaller with more curves, women.
The shorter had dark purplish hair with eyes to match, a peculiar teardrop marking on her cheeks and a black fingernail tapping on the side of her small, doll like face. She wore a truly frilly white dress with poofy sleeves that cut off at her shoulders, knee high boots, fingerless evening style gloves and leg warmers that attached at her thigh garters. The oddest part was of her outfit were the wings on her back, no one knew if they were real or not. Finally she wore a bone skull shaped pendant in her hair to complete the look. Her name was Cirucci and she had a nasty temper. The man got caught looking at her in-depth and the beautiful woman scowled at him.
"Shut up, I'm just curious!"
The man batted an eyelash then turned his gaze to the other woman, taller and with more curves. She was encased in tight fitting white robes, her long wavy green-blue hair reaching her waist as her finger stroked the hilt of the sheathed blade at her waist. The beautiful and curvy woman had golden eyes that showed wisdom beyond her appearance. She had what resembled a goat skull on top of her head, horns curving deeply and its teeth resting on her head. Neliel was much kinder then Cirucci, could take a joke pretty well although he found her fraccion totally annoying.
The woman smiled at him, her eyes closing. "I am in the same boat as Cirucci, Giszult."
Giszult sighed and shrugged his shoulders before turning back to the man that sat at the head of the table that dominated the room, sipping at a small white cup. His brown hair was swept back, a single thick strand hanging free as he smiled pleasantly. The man terrified Giszult to his very core, their 'Lord' Aizen was one that it would be stupid to start something with, Giszult had learned that first hand. The man traced the scar on his forehead with a single finger. The anger didn't show on his near perfect face, but inside he was a raging storm. Aizen cared not a whit for them, they were replaceable but with all things in Hueco Mundo, the strong were in control and no one was stronger than Aizen.
"Very well then, we might as well take a seat then, come along." Giszult walked into the large chamber and took a seat to the right hand side of their 'lord' Aizen. The man didn't even open his eyes as the others took their seats, Dordoni opposite of him, Cirucci next to Giszult and Neliel opposite of her.
Aizen opened a singular eye and looked at them all. "Good day Giszult," his eyes stopped on the man of marble with that same smile on his face he always had. "How are you feeling?"
Giszult nodded his head a bit towards the man. "Fine, what brings you here…Lord Aizen." Lord Aizen normally didn't come to Hueco Mundo, the last time being… Giszult traced the scar on his forehead absent mindedly.
Aizen closed his eye again. "I am here to greet our new companion, Giszult." Giszult could swear that Aizen held a tone of amusement in his voice. "You'll like him I think."
As if summoned the black line appeared at the far end of the table, a garganta. Dordoni raised a brow as the four arrancars stared at the line that tore itself open to allow two peculiar people into the room.
Giszult sat back and meshed his fingers together, Aizen and Gin in one day? Something was changing for sure, who was the stranger with them? The tall man scratched at his light brown hair, his blue eyes taking in the room quickly, he was broad of shoulder and well muscled. He wore nothing but a pair of ragged pants that might have been part of the shinigami uniform.
Giszult noticed the shift from Neliel as she looked at the stranger and he furrowed his brow a bit. Odd.
Gin took a step forward and made an extravagant bow. "My Lord Aizen, May I present to you Ryuunosuke, or as he prefers." Gin's tone was neutral and polite but Giszult already knew that Gin had a dislike for the man, Ryuunosuke correct? "Seven." Gin stood back up and placed his hands in his sleeves. Maybe not Ryuunosuke.
The man, Ryuunosuke, Seven, whatever, smiled and gave Aizen a small wave as he gave his greetings. "S'up Bitch."
The room froze as the arrancars stared at the man. Gin opened his eyes and turned his head to look at Ryuunosuke as he smiled. Aizen's eyes were fully open, his cup halfway to the saucer in his hand and his attention fully on the newcomer and Giszult couldn't help but give a small smile. "You know Aizen," Giszult said as he looked at the man. "You're right, I do like him," What he didn't add was that it was too bad he was going to die now.
(Sorry but for some reason in the begining some of the words won't appear so please forgive me, it was just him elongating the words 'Hell' 'Soul society" Really sorry but I can't get ti to show up.)
