Chapter Six: Tantrum
When Cyan ceased to exist, things returned to normal around Las Noches. When she decided to vanish, she left no trace for anyone to find her. The tranquility ensued on for days now. Stark stared out his window curiously, waiting for the wind to return and cause more fire within the hearts of others. He might have not been interested in what occurred in Las Noches, but something about Cyan causing the problem made things a bit fascinating. He had not met with her since what occurred ten nights ago in his bedroom, after she had fled from Nnoitra and relied on him to keep her hidden. She took the initiative that he had been weary of since they had met and she was unafraid of what the consequences would be. He leaned against the windowsill, letting out a yawn. He was exhausted and managed to stay up all night for reasons unknown to him. He seemed to concern himself over that woman, the idea particularly bothered him, but it felt right. He remembered her pale face, clear water eyes, and long locks of pale pink hair that cascaded over her bare shoulders. Her hollow mask lay on the side of her head, like broken glass, a shattered heart shaped mask that framed a quarter of her head.
Stark shut his eyes, taking in a deep breath, recalling the heat he felt in the pit of his stomach having her so close to him, her lips crushing against hers, savoring her taste. If he had not stopped himself at that point, who knows what he would have done to her for tantalizing him. His thoughts had caught up with his actions at that moment, when he felt her warm body pressed against his, and he asked himself why he wanted to feel her, taste her, enjoy her. He opened his eyes to a slit, staring directly into the artificial sun, blinding his vision before pulling his arm over his face. He hated it, but during the days he could not find a way to fall back to sleep, the warmth of the light felt pleasant.
He heard a ringing in the distance. Aizen was calling him. He rubbed his eyes and jumped off the windowsill, heading lazily towards the throne room where he would surely meet with Aizen. As he walked down the halls, he began to feel the presence of the other Espada as they neared towards the room, but that did not alert him. He watched Nnoitra enter the room his expression turning into a deep frown once he noticed someone in the room he disliked. Stark immediately noticed without having to sense her reiatsu, Cyan was inside that room among the rest of the Espada, even though she did not belong.
He entered, his eyes gazing over towards Cyan who was sitting down against a wall, her knees pulled up to her chest and her hands resting on them as she stared at Aizen. He looked away after she caught him staring and moved towards the other end of the room where he would be unable to see him. The large doors shut as the last two members of the Espada entered. Aizen looked satisfied as he overlooked the lot of Arrancar before him.
Cyan was fiddling with the fabric of her hakama, having been present in the throne room long before the meeting had been called. Unbeknownst to her, Aizen asked her to stay behind for their meeting, who told her he would be sending her to a new mission with another Espada. She would occasionally look around the room to catch a glimpse at Stark but he hid away from her. She heard faint rustling near her and noticed Grimmjow taking a seat a few feet away from her. He shot a glance at her and nodded, while she curiously tilted her head in sheer confusion. He rolled his eyes, ignoring her reaction and waiting for Aizen to hurry up with the chatter.
"The time has come," Aizen began, catching everyone's attention. "I need you all to be prepared to follow orders as I give them, but first things first before getting quaint with any Shinigami paroling around the Human World." Cyan's eyes brightened enthusiastically at the mention of the other world. She had not been on the other side for years since she began hunting in Hueco Mundo. "Cyan," he called, looking over at her. Everyone managed to catch a quick glance at the woman, some who were unfamiliar with her finally put a face on all the rumors. "You'll be the first to head out, and you will clear all the nuisances you come across."
"Why send that woman?" Yammy Rialgo asked, a hint of irritation in his tone, though that was a notable personality trait of his. Cyan looked over at the monstrous, dark-skinned Espada with his mask fragments aligning his jaw. "She has no title among our ranks."
Aizen smirked, without a word. "Make use of your abilities when you're dispatched into the real world," he said, speaking to Cyan, who nodded. Aizen turned towards Yammy. "She may not have a title, but she is as essential as each Espada."
Yammy huffed, angry over that simple response. That woman looked weak; he could tear her in half with his bare hands. The only thing she had going for her was Aizen's favor and looks, other than that she was just another useless female Arrancar in Las Noches. Looking around the room, Yammy was not the only displeased Espada (she was an eyesore), but a few cared less, ignored the situation entirely, or simply glared at her disgustedly.
"You're excused, Cyan."
"Yes, Aizen-sama," she said, turning towards the doors and walking out of the room. The second after she left that room, Stark noticed her reiatsu vanish. He began to wonder if his assumptions were wrong about her, about the reason why she did not become an Espada when she became an Arrancar. Was manipulating her own reiatsu a special ability of hers?
Hours had passed since Cyan's dismissal from the meeting. She found a cozy-looking rock to sit on a long distance from Las Noches, after getting permission from Gin, who offered to accompany her, but she told him she did not need his presence around her. She stared into the endless hills white desert, sprouting dead plants and the illuminating crescent moon over the dark sky. Hueco Mundo was supposed to be like that, but an artificial sky was created within the dome of Las Noches, causing much discomfort to many Arrancar. The sun seemed nice, to stare at it once again, even if it was a fake, but over the years she began to prefer the darkness. She rested her elbows on her knees, and held her head up with both hands; her hair was pulled over one of her exposed shoulders. She kicked the sand beneath her feet. It was a boring day and she had nothing in particular that she wanted to do.
"What's the wicked bitch doin' out 'ere?"
Cyan turned around, not the least bit surprised to see Nnoitra, waving around his huge zanpakutō in the air. He slammed his sword down, causing Cyan to move away from where she sat. It did not matter how often she wanted to be alone, after the accident that happened with Nnoitra ten days ago, Aizen asked her to not become anyone else Fracción, seeing as how things were blown out of proportion. It was obvious that Nnoitra would bare a grudge, she being a woman he belittled by the sight of her, and even asked her to fire a full-powered cero at him. When she did as she was told, even after she warned him not to tempt her, he came out of the smoke furious and prepared to kill her.
She did not answer his rude question and turned away, walking down a different direction, trying to stay out of trouble. "Oi, I'm talkin' ta ya!" he shouted. "Go on ignore me if ya'd like but, I'll still gonna kill ya."
Cyan turned around in time to hop back, avoiding the hard swing he intended for her head. She stared at him, slightly irritated. She did not need to get in more trouble because of some crazy bastard who wanted to kill her no matter what. "I'm not going to fight you," Cyan clarified.
"You don' need to, jus' stand there and die!" he shouted, a grin sprawled across his face. He swung his large blade at Cyan once more, who moved away before it hit her.
"Aizen-sama will punish you," she said, trying to find a way to stop him from making her fight back.
Nnoitra hardly cared for Aizen. If he could have the pleasure of killing Cyan, he would take on any punishment that was thrown at him and he would laugh throughout it. Cyan frowned, reaching for the strawberry-red hilt of her katana, she watch Nnoitra's movements, as he speedily appeared behind her and in front of her simultaneously, waving around his double crescent zanpakutō as if it weighed the same as a feather. Cyan noticed her lack of agility during her blockings. His blade would come close to her body, enough to make a chill run up her spine. She drew her blade unwillingly while things started looking dull and she began attacking back. She avoided another strike to her left and swung her blade upwards, trying to strike his head, but he bent back just in time to avoid it. Battling as an Arrancar was definitely new to her, she had just gotten used to the idea of Resurrección and the fact that her sword was the barrier between her and her original form.
She pointed two fingers towards Nnoitra who was about to swing his sword at her again, ten times more violent than the first swing, when he noticed the red Cero shot out towards him, without the need of accumulating any sort of energy to fire it. Nnoitra moved his head to the side, feeling her small Cero graze his shoulder. He snarled. "Yer gonna pay for that," he threatened, tossing the metal link at her, hoping to tie it around her, she jumped away stealthily and trusted her katana towards him. He took that moment and his zanpakutō met with her shoulder, he pulled it back, opening a wound.
Cyan moved away, her hand reaching over the painful cut between her shoulder and neck. She looked pressed her cold fingers against it, wincing at her own careful touch. She was going to end it. "I'm tired of you," she said, glaring at him. She pulled her zanpakutō over her head, raising it high, before turning the blade towards the white sand.
Nnoitra laughed. "Why don' ya just die?" he shouted, lunging himself towards her when she began emitting a large amount of reiatsu.
Her cold eyes met his and she opened her mouth, letting her sword fall from her fingertips, "Look—"
