BRFC round 7 entry.
Genre: Humor, friendship, little bit of hurt/comfort/maybe angst
Characters: Ichimaru Gin, Coyote Starrk, Lilynette Gingerback, Grimmjow Jeagerjacques (for the lulz)
WARNING: Spoilers for manga chapter 374, I believe.
"Welcome to Arrancar Encyclopedia," Ichimaru Gin spoke, smiling as he tapped his hand with the metal pointer. "Today's subject is th' concept of 'split-body, same-soul entities'! Now, we—" He stopped mid-sentence, the grin wiped off his face in confusion. He turned to look down at a body sprawled in the sand. "Hm? Where is everyone, Grimmjow-kun?"
Grimmjow—his chest still covered in wounds from a million chapters ago—glared up at the shinigami through the bright blue hair that had fallen over his face. "They all went to fight Soul Society, if you were paying attention to the past few—I dunno, hundred episodes?" He blew his hair out of his face in irritation, only for it to flop back down. "I swear, I never get any screen time! When's that Kubo guy gonna get back to me!? If I don't come in next episode, I'm gonna—"
"Anyway," Gin turned back to the "main audience", ignoring Grimmjow's mutterings of "screen time" and "that blasted shinigami boy". "Th' concept o' these entities sounds like a hard one ta grasp, but it ain't that complicated."
He pointed at the board behind him, where an image of Coyote Starrk and Lilynette Gingerback popped up. Starrk was, as usual, sleeping his life away and Lilynette was brooding in a corner (probably thinking of a new way to wake him up).
"We only have one example ta show ya, since it looks like ya have ta be pretty darn strong ta pull it off. Ya see," he tapped the board and the image switched to a video of a silhouette surrounded by a mound of motionless hollows. "When ya split yerself in half, ya gotta half 'nough power ta keep the average amount o' reiatsu in each half 'n order ta keep yerself alive. So basically," the video zoomed into the silhouette, which split in two Starrk- and Lilynette-shaped shadows. "Both o' yer new halves have ta more-or-less equal a normal hollow. Like so..." The video appeared to light up, so the image of the Primera and his fraccion was no longer a silhouette. Both arrancar seemed to glow, emitting pulses of reiatsu. "Tada! See? Also," the board switched again to show Starrk and Lilynette's resurreccion. "When one o' these guys release their zanpakuto, and both bodies gotta be t'gether when it happens, they join back t' one body."
Gin frowned, cocking his head to the side and tapping his foot absent-mindedly. "Hm... Y'know, usually at this point o' the show, our guest'd pop in ta say 'hello' or somethin'," he rubbed his chin thoughtfully. Meanwhile, Yammi's hollow-puppy, who had been biding its time, pounced onto Grimmjow's head, yipping and wagging its tail as Grimmjow expressed his mortification through muffled yells. "Ah... I wonder what's up?"
A backstage arrancar decided to help him out, jogging onstage and whispering into his ear. Gin's eyes almost (almost) opened in surprise and nodded as the arrancar jogged backstage.
"It seems like our guests can't make it t'day," he forced a grin as the screen changed to show Starrk falling, blood streaming from a gash in his chest. He tapped the board and it went blank. He turned to no one in particular and sighed softly, as if to himself. "Ahh, pity..."