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Grimmjow scowled. He refused to let this get to him. Even though it was. One of his friends who believed in Grimmjow's hatred towards Aizen, Ilforte Grantz, walked along side him. He chose to be vigilant and not irritate his buddy. Besides, he was too busy looking around at the many people and markets scattered along the island. The town was enveloped in a sea of white snow. According to the navigator, this was a much north-east side of Europe and summer came along for merely two months, and a few days if they got lucky. The town leaned on the country side of things and mostly the shops offered cotton, clothes and food. Nothing more, nothing less.
"What a boring town" Ilforte mumbled. Grimmjow paid no mind to him. Or the fact that some people were looking at them strangely. They were dressed in normal clothing to hide as spies. "I don't see this island as anything special. It isn't worth pillaging"
"Ya know, a good ol' fashioned raid wouldn't be such a bad idea" the blue haired man had contemplated that. Killing innocent lives and taking things they worked hard for was like a thrill inside of him. More erotic then any lay. More adrenaline then any sugar. He lived for the hunt.
Ilforte noticed the fire in his buddy's eyes and sighed. As far as loyalty went, he respected and followed Grimmjow's orders over Aizen's.
"Fireland Town it is then"
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"That's a pretty fucked up name" Tsubaki commented as he watched his breath form into a steamy substance in front of him. The group huddled together, not used to the cold weather in their light, winter outfits. It was freezing in their thick skirts and jackets. "Totally fools those traveling here. A fire would never last long"
"M-Maybe we should just keep going" Shuno shivered her teeth shattering.
"Word of us will reach to this town before we can find decent clothes" Hinagiku commented.
"And it takes to long to pass from one town to another" Lily added in. Shuno was a little grumpy about the gang up. She hated it when they took a northern route.
"We can still d-do this!" Orihime tried staying a little optimistic. She disliked cold weather as much as the next person but did they have a choice? They had traded with a neighboring tribe a while back.
"Fine!" Tsubaki scowled.
The group entered the area in their unsual clothes. Of course people took note of them and Inoue sighed in contempt as she noticed it was a pretty unpopulated area and the trees looked really pretty with crystal ice hanging from their branches and the rooftops looked like gingerbread house tops covered in cream. It wasn't like Orihime really had such family memories but she had been to friend's houses during Christmas.
"Jeez, the place dosn't even have a town suqare!" Lily gasped.
"We'll work around it" Ayame walked further ahead of the group and began to pitch the large purple tent. The other girls helped and Inoue quickly took her position along with the men who lifted their instruments out of their packs.
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"For the love of!" Ilforte exclaimed. He looked on as a group of oddly dressed people began to form a large sparkling purple tent in the middle of the white, brick road. People who were on their way stopped and watched as the men began to bump against the drums and fling against the strings of their guitars. A female was blonde hair in a ponytail was playing a melodic flute. Another female was passing clothes in and out of the tent.
But the blonde was sourly pissed because the tent was definitely going to mess up his map that he had been working on over the town.
"Who the hell do they think they are?!" he questioned, surley intent to complain.
"Mmm, I'd place my money on Gypsies" the other male commented, cocking his head to the oddly colored clothing and beads of jewelry and beads hanging on all the figures.
"What are those?"
"Are ya that stupid, Ilforte?"
Said blonde huffed at his friend.
"Their notorious for their stealing and seducing" Grimmjow licked his lips at the thought of the latter ability. "They can hypnotize you with their movements and seduce you with their so called magic and spells" it wasn't really like the male didn't believe in the stuff. It was just embarressing to see them use fake stones and spells to fool everyone. "Then, once you think they are merely angels in disguise, the next time you glance to get your wallet or jewels or something, those objects are gone and the 'angels' have disappeared"
"Devils"
The blue haired man grabbed his companion. "Not as bad as us though. Best to keep a safe distance from them"
Ilforte nodded.
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The music blasted and Orihime finally stepped out. Her beads and gems hanging from her ankles, wrists and neck glimmered in the winter sun as she shot a cute smile at the crowd and started her dance. It began slow then picked up. Her legs jumped from one position to another, making her body bounce like something else was controling it. Her hands flailed around to add a more exotic tone to her movements, almost persuasive. She winked here and there at those who were brave enough to make eye contact. It was much too cold to take of her shawl but she did slid her hands up and down her hips seductively, but still sickened at the looks some of the men in the crowd gave her.
As the music got louder, some how, so was her dancing. She began to dance faster, her movements in perfect alliance, never slowing down for an instant, going on and on, her body facing off against the harsh weather in a battle royal.
The beat slowed. She slowed.
The beat quickened. She quickened.
The beat changed to soft yet fast. So did Inoue's body.
The beat changed to fast yet soft. So did Inoue's body.
If there was another force making her body move like that, it was the music. It was the ventriloquist and she was the puppet.
Inoue always felt like she was escaping the world, and its troubles, and dancing on a cloud everytime she did this. It seemed like the sounds and weather of the town drifted off, leaving her floating on air. She would imagine dancing with her brother again, him a good 5 feet taller then her. She would giggle when he picked her up and spun her around. Her body was simply used to the light feeling. She loved to pour her passion onto her movements and then, in that blissful moment, Inoue knew nothing was more beautiful then the Sound of Music.
And in one short tick, the sounds stopped and the orange haired female returned to the Real World.
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"I say we raid it anyways" the blue haired male shrugged. "Why not? The guys seem pretty stuffy in the ship. Haven't had a decent pillage for a good 4 moons"
Aizen contimplated this. For a second.
"If it is not a usuful supply of equipment, then it is not worth our time"
Grimmjow grinded his teeth. The bastard! They were the most feared creatures in the sea! If they decided to stop taking over cities with little supplies, someone is bound to notice!! Then towns will go back to simple lives with cotton and food as their main priorities. Then no city or town will have enough damn supplies!
Best to make the world fear them. Nothing was taboo!
"Besides," Aizen got up from his 'throne'. That was another thing that annoyed Grimmjow. The prick got a fucking throne for himself "the Hougyoku is pointing us somewhere else now"
This made the blue haired male roll his eyes.
Ever since they picked up that stupid blue orb, Aizen had been relying on it to lead them wherever. It was the reason, along with little supplies, why they hadn't had a raid in awhile. It decided what to do and where to steal. Aparently, it was the Point of the Heavens. Or something. One of these days, some of the crewmean threatened, one of these days someone is going to through that blasted orb out to sea and we can finally be free of our loyalty to a sphere!
But they were hollow threats.
Aizen Sosuke guarded that thing with his life. He always kept a dagger with him or some sort of weapon. Not like he needed one. He didn't look it but that brunette was fucking ripped and he could pick up a man like Yammi, 2000 or so pounds of muscle, and throw him out to sea without breaking a sweat. Some who have seen the Captain's power thought the devil possesed Sosuke. Some thought he was the devil.
No human could do what he has done.
Exaclty. That's why the crew never seemed bothered.
"Tousen" said devil called. The blind second mate stood straight, as usual, and awaited orders. "Tell Tesla to head east by north-east"
Somehow the blind man knew the ship like the back of his hand and would have no trouble finding one of the ship's navigators. He bowed, turned and stalked off.
Another ass Grimmjow hated.
"Grimmjow" the blue-haired man looked at his captain. "Your in charge of the next shift"
Said male bite his lip to stop himself before sprouting a string of curses. More humiliation? "I didn't take that many potatoes"
Aizen grinned and looked at Grimmjow. The light of the moon hanging in the night sky shined into the room and set his usually warm chocolate eyes to black coals. "You think? I certainly don't look at it that way. You will take the next shift. That is final. Now leave"
More then anything, Grimmjow hated to be man-handled. But the look Aizen gave him made him shiver and agree with the idiot who came up with the idea of Aizen Sosuke being the Devil.
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