Feral 6
Gin x Izuru a bit here.
Pantera yawned, arching his spine in a rather feline fashion as he stretched across the couch. The movie marathon had lasted long past nighttime, the moon's rise and set both long done by the time they all fell asleep.
Pantera himself had fallen asleep on Grimmjow's shoulder. He wasn't sure if he was supposed to be upset by that or not- humans were weird.
In any case, they'd staggered into class just after the bell rang, sat through roll call, then one by one disappeared to 'go to the bathroom'. The teacher didn't dare stop them, even when the others who'd made it through first period had disappeared.
So, second through fourth periods became naptime.
It was fifth period now, around two o'clock. No class was attended.
Instead, they wandered into town for lunch.
"Aizen doesn't care what we do as long as we pass our end of the year exams," explained Neliel cheerfully, swinging Pantera's hand as they walked. "If we know our stuff and win our fights, we get free reign."
Ironically, it wasn't until they'd left the school that Pantera first encountered a Seireitei member.
They were sitting on the curb, eating deli sandwhiches and those glass-bottle sodas with real sugar in them, just goofing around. The sun shone brightly overhead, and there was a warm breeze blowing through town.
"Well, look what we have here?"
The air snapped with silent tension as a male in a black school uniform appeared. Hueco Mundo had no uniform, persay, but it seemed the unnoffical school colors were white with a little black or just lots and lots of random colors. It seemed they went out of their way to avoid using lots of black, as that was a Seireitei color. (Pantera found it humorous that the high-ranking Seireitei members essentially wore Hueco Mundo colors.)
Pantera blinked lazily at the man, and took another bite of his sandwhich. Catching on, Ulquiorra's mouth twitched before his expression went utterly impassive. Stark looked naturally lazy, Tensa was a quick study, and Nelliel and Hallibel were right on the mark. Grimmjow and Nnoitra were silent presences on the far end of the group, Shirosaki mastered the look of disdain in an instant, and Gin just kept smiling even as he slipped out of the group to disappear into the background. Not out of place in the least.
It didn't take long for the silent message to circulate.
"What do you want?" drawled Tesla perfectly.
Everyone looked bored, not frightened, he growled under his breath. "Do you know who I am, punks? I will give you ten seconds to regret as I introduce myself. I am Jirobo Ikkanzaku, master of flying blades," he boasted. "And you shall fall before my might."
He made as if to draw the sword at his hip.
Clang!
It clattered to the ground, unused, as Jirobo crumpled to the ground, unconcious.
Pantera stood from his crouch. "How rude," he practically purred, looking over the frightened underlings. "Now what to do with you?"
Some ran, some attacked. The attackers were incapacitated in seconds, and those that ran were hunted down by Grimmjow for the same beating, only doubled. "Freaking cowards," he snarled.
One just stood out of the way, hands at his sides and expression blank.
"What's with you?" questioned Pantera. "Not brave enough to fight, not scared enough to run? Or do you just not care?"
He shrugged a little sheephishly. "I have no interest in picking a fight I can't win, and the ones that attacked you, at least, deserved that. And for the ones who ran away it'll be a good lesson." His expression darkened as he glanced over to the second pile of twitching bodies.
Pantera looked at him. "What's your name?" he asked at last, eyes narrowing in curiousity.
He blinked. "Izuru Kira, reluctant lieutenant of Division Three."
"'Zuru!" cooed Gin, practically tackling him.
Izuru yelped in shock, eyes wide as saucers. "C-captain!" he sputtered, disbelieving. "Wh-what-"
"'Zuru, Whatcha mean by 'reluctant'?" He interrupted, voice dangerous.
Izuru wavered, clearly overwhelmed, but took the easy route. "I mean I tried to leave. My aunt got a hold of the papers though, and burned them. I ended up missing the exit deadline."
Gin dragged him closer, wrapping his arms all the way around the slim blonde's torso to pin him to his chest. Izuru squeaked, and promptly turned red, but eventually relaxed into the rather intense hug. "Captain?" he questioned, fingers fiddling with the edge of Gin's jacket, when Gin didn't let go.
"'Zuru, I'mma take care o' this," he promised. "Ain't right for ya ta be stuck there."
"Um, thank you, Captain?" he hazarded, still a little flustered. Gin didn't let go.
"Gin. Not a captain anymore, little 'Zuru," he reminded him, at last pulling back. "Now, let's find ya a bunk 'n the dorm wit' me." Making an adrupt about-face, he grabbed Izuru's hand and pulled him along, protesting feebly the entire way.
"Well, that was interesting," murmured Ulquiorra dryly.
"Oh, be nice," scolded Nel. "I think it's sweet, and that poor dear certainly didn't look very happy."
"He probably wasn't," Pantera muttered. "He smelled like salt and copper. So he might've been hurt recently, and he was definitely crying... Eh, probably this morning."
Hallibel's lips formed a flat line, and Neliell looked horrified. "Well, let's make sure we make him feel at home, alright?"
Pantera just laughed.
She looked at him, confused.
"It's nothing. You're just... A real sweetheart, Nel."
She pinked at the praise, but smiled.
"No more mushy shit!" barked Nnoitra. "We ate, we fought, we recruited- let's go fight more!"
Ulquiorra sighed. "We may as well get in some training for the competition," he decided.
"What're you waiting for?" cackled Shiro. "Let's go!"