Shiro lead me into probably the only empty hut and slowly turned on the light. It was full of every kind of gun you could imagine. My stomache turn inside out as I was reminded what kinds of people they were, what they do, and what they did. With my eyes shifting to Shiro I take slow and almost unbearable steps as he looks for a certain gun through the place. Only when my feet hit sand did he turn around and sigh.
"You better get chyo ass over here before I do it for ya. Today's lesson is going to be on 'How to Clean Yer Own Gun'. Now take it apart and dun chya break it," He said throwing me a gun which I caught in the palm of both my hands, "Sit. 'Ere are the tools, so now take it apart and put it back together."
Glaring at him I sat and looked at the single screw driver I had and the tweezers and began unscrewing everything I could.
"God, kids these days," Shiro said in disgust, " Listen, I'm only showing you once how to do this for each new kind of gun, we're doing three today."
I watched closely with every motion his hand made. Every lever he pushed on the handgun and every piece he removed and put back in. Then he explained where to clean it and where to put the oil so it wouldn't get jammed. Then quickly he reassembled it, handing the weapon of death to me.
"Now you," he said nonchalantly.
I mimicked each motion I seen him do, perfectly. Either it was the fear of being punish or scolded that gave me a photographic memory is something that's a mystery to me but I'm just glad it was there.
When I was done Shiro looked at me and went into a crazy, crack addict, laugh, "Heh, Aizen was right, ya do learn fast, heh."
I looked away from him until he brought out a sniper and took it apart reassembled it and put it back together. Though I was watching attentively the though that Aizen knew about my photographic memory was just a little scary. Was I being stalked before he came to my house? Probably, but for how long? And even at school.
Shiro shoved the heaving sniper in my hands and I began to disassemble it, then put it back together. I had more trouble with it because there were A LOT more parts for this thing. Eventually I got it back together. Both guns had been (obviously) empty. The thing was I didn't see Shiro empty them at all, so my guess is that they're all unloaded.
Then next gun looked like a machine gun. This one had been used. Recently. Covered in blood, Shiro disassembled it and showed me where to clean and where to keep the liquid carbon away because this had electronics attached. This time when he handed it to me I was shaking, not wanting to grab it.
"What? Dun wanna get blood on yer new outfit? Don't worry~, it's all dry," He said with a smirk.
"Who?" I asked dryly. My heart racing, not wanting to know the answer.
"Some kid who decided to leave the Arrancar. So I hope you don't get anymore idea's like Luppi. Grimmjow had fun taking car of him," Shiro purred.
My hand were shaking hard enough to give me trouble taking apart the gun. I washed it off quickly and put it back together and tossed it to Shiro. He eyed it carefully, the threw me the hand gun again.
"'K, so now we're gonna teach ya to shoot," He said, smirking after the words sunk into my head and created a horrified look on my face, "Not a livin' things yet ya dumb ass."
Stop reading my mind.
We had to go into a larger hut were met by a certain tall and frightening member. He looked like he was in deep concentration, with things that looked like ear phones on and a handgun like me, being fired repeatedly, then load again.
"Yo, Nnoi. So care to teach Yuki how ta fir'a gun? She just learned how ta clean three types of guns," Shiro said out loud before going over to him and whispering something in his ear. Nnoitra smirked setting the gun down taking off his 'head phones'.
Like a cat stalking it's prey he walked over to me. Compelled to step back I bumped into Shiro, who was wear a similar smirk, "Have fun."
Those were his last words of wisdom before he pushed me towards the crazy, tall man. Nnoitra apparently thought it best, so I couldn't get away, to put his arm over my still sore shoulder. I was able to resist pulling away from him as he lead me to the box where he was shooting.
"Now then, I'm going to lead you step by step since it's your first time shooting. So then put you hand like this..." and he went on, eventually interloping his body with mine.
It was really uncomfortable. It got worse though when his finger and mine pulled the trigger to fire, the force of the gun made me lose my balance and fall into his chest. My cheeks lite up to a light blush as I pushed up out of his hold.
"I think I got this now thank you," I said flustered, trying to make up an excuse for him NOT to do that again.
"Hn, now cock it back and fire," He said just to make sure, that smirk still on his face.
I fired again hitting close to the bulls-eye. Nnoitra's eyes widened slightly, impressed with how different my stance was.
"Okay now fire five in a row and see if you can hit the same place over and over again," He said a bit more serious than last.
Reloading the missing bullet, I aimed for the bulls-eye and fired five times repeatedly.
"Hm, well let's make this harder shall we," Nnoitra said, a feral grin back on his face. Sigh
I'd say, aiming and shooting a gun is one of the hardest things I've ever done in my life! Especially reloading, and Nnoitra doesn't take an BS either. Do it wrong 25 push-up and try again. For the first time I had to do it five times over. And I don't mean at a bulls-eye. He took me outside and put bricks on stands. Five bricks, five shots. Miss one and he knows. Finally I was able to hit all five and reload in under five seconds after about ten tries. After the first time it became incredibly easy. Next he had me try the same thin from 100 meters with a sniper. I didn't even know that the place was big enough. Shiro came, not soon enough. Covered in sweat, I was barely able to walk over to him, so tired from exhaustion. In my Dojo they had worked up our stamina to a sufficient level, but nothing like this.
My 'sensei' walked over to Nnoitra and handed him some money which Nnoitra took graciously. Soon he gave me his attention as he patted e on the head and motioned for me to follow him.
We ended up back in his room, he pointed to the shower then flopped onto the couch. I soaked up each speck of water and every minute I could get. After twenty minutes I stepped out of the shower, still not hearing a word form Shiro. There were new clothes waiting for me when I got out. Just a plain white T and skinny jeans, not to mention plain underwear and bra.
Slowly and slightly scared I walked out to see a sleeping Shiro, much like what I'd like to do. He had stolen my couch, so now I would steal his bed. Though I took these moments to look at the man. His white face, matching white hair and very tone body. Though it was frightening the first glances, after a while, it turns, nice.
I almost fell over onto him, looking a bit too closely. Bed first then sleep, I reminded myself. Like most the decoration here, his bed had white sheets, with the bed being made out of BLACK mahogany. It was soft and cozy and very sleepable in. I was out in under five minutes.
Too tired to wake up, every dream, every thought, was a nightmare. My parents flashed through my mind, Shiro and Aizen flashed through my mind and even a small kid, being shot by Grimmjow shot through my mind. Only when I suddenly fell to the floor did I wake up fully.
"Not only is this my bed, but ya also over slept in my bed girl," Shiro said, a playful scorn on his face.
"You took the couch, where else was I suppose to sleep," I mumbled.
"Ya coulda cuddled with me," Shiro said with a smirk offering a hand that I took greatfully.
"In your dreams, sensei," I said rolling my eyes, "By the way, where were you. You're a bastard, leaving me with Mr. McCreepy."
Shiro gave his signature laugh before answering, "Aizen had me do a job."
"Oh," I said, not pressing further.
(A/N and so because I feel like it I'm gonna fast forwardish)
Thus the week went something like the that Saturday. Each day Shiro would teach me something then, if we had something, go back to our room and leave me in someone else's hands. Like Szayel's for tech. work, then Ulquiorra and Grimmjows for weapons and combat. Before I knew it Friday came again.
That morning, as I was getting in my training clothes, Shiro decides patience isn't needed to barge into a bathroom with the door locked. So with only the top part and under garnets on he got a good look at everything else.
Shiro whistled before getting on with what he wanted to say, " Hey when you're done, Aizen wants to see you."
Not only was there a slight blush on my face but also a scowl at the mentioning of Aizen, "Fine, but can you please leave so I can finish?"
"I dun know, I kinda like this view," He said while leaning on the doors frame.
Quickly I came up and threw a punch towards his face, which he caught easily, "Pleas leave."
"Fine, fine, but it won't be so easy next time," He said before walking out with another shit eating grin.
