Ibuki: Qué Suerte – SOL Mix

"He's still there!"

The blonde ex-captain quirked a brow. "Hm…What could he want? I have no business with a lieutenant from Soul Society… Do you have an idea of why he's here, Akatsuki-chan?"

She sipped her tea aimlessly and shrugged, "Not sure; he dragged me over here after we had our strategy meeting at Ichigo's but he didn't wanna come in just yet… Renji's a weird monkey sometimes, though." She answered.

'Why the hell didja bring me with you anyway?' She'd scowled at the redhead as he'd dragged her by the wrist for at least three blocks now, tugging on her wrist.
He'd huffed, 'Captain Kuchiki requested that I keep you close by while we were here; just because he's courting you doesn't mean he's gonna let you get into trouble…'

"You've obviously got something else on your mind if you've got that scowl on your face."

She blinked and looked up from her cup of tea to meet the second ex-captain's gold eyes; she quieted and scritched her cheek sheepishly as her senior female compatriot sat down across from her. "Well, not in so many words…"

Shihōin Yoruichi rolled her eyes and smirked kindly at the younger woman, "It's not Byakuya, is it?" Sometimes a woman just knew.

Kita blushed slightly and looked down at her half-empty cup, smiling. "Yeah, it is… But it's not like I have a problem with him, in general; he assigned Renji to be my babysitter and it's annoying. Just because he's courting me doesn't mean I'm some dainty flower. He let me come because he had faith in my ability… Sometimes he's such an enigma." She sighed and raised a hand to scritch the back of her head in annoyance.

"Courtship; wow, that's a big step, especially coming from the cocky spitfire he used to be when he was a kid." Both women laughed quietly at the memory before she leaned forward a bit on her elbows, gold meeting blue, "But if he's that protective over you it just means he loves you a lot, possibly more than his first wife… If he let you come to the frontlines, though, that basically means he wants to protect you but at the same time he has faith in your abilities." She shrugged. "He promoted you to his third seat, so if that isn't proof enough about how he feels about you, then I don't know what is."

She swirled the green tea in the ceramic cup absently, her cheeks slightly pink as she soaked in her words. "How the hell is it that we both know how he is too well at this point in time?" She wondered aloud.

She sat back and chuckled. "Because he's still that cocky spitfire he was when you two were kids."

Kita smiled warmly at the memories of her Academy days, laughing quietly. "He doesn't change, no matter what." But so long as he's not sulky like he used to be after Hisana passed, as long as I can make him smile, I'm glad for just that…

A sharp tremor of reiatsu washed over both women gathered in the back room, surprising them.

"This reiatsu, it's so gritty…" She shook her head and looked to the front doors of the shop, sliding her eyes closed as she sought out the owners of such a strong feeling.

Five… Six!? Six strong!
"Shit."

"Kita, get back here!" Yoruichi barked as she popped a gikōngan into her mouth and quickly ordered her gigai to remain with the shop as she sprinted to the doors.

"This is what I came for, Yoruichi!" Kita hollered over her shoulder, throwing open the doors and rushing out into the night.

Guys, don't flake out on this; we were expecting this, we knew they would come. Now let's show them what we can do!

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Smoke rose up from the sharp tumble he'd taken with the ground after getting hit with a rough kick from that Espada's well-placed foot, debris flying and billowing in the night air after his wake.

"Hmph, you call that a bankai!? It only gives you average speed! You disappoint me, Shinigami; is that all you've got!? Well?" His adversary called down at the cloud on the asphalt, a grimace on his rugged features.

A sharp foot tapped his right temple, taking him by surprise, before he was sent flying to the side from the owner's love-tap.

His brown eyes widened slightly as she disappeared from her place in the air.

"You're right, he's been holding back for reasons you wouldn't dare understand. Why not let me take a swing at it in his stead?" She drawled coldly, reappearing infront of him, her zanpakutō held lightly over her left shoulder.

The Espada snarled quietly in annoyance at the female's cloaking of her reiatsu until she'd given him that oh so sweet love-tap, his blue eyes narrowed down at the black-haired woman shielding the pathetic redhead he'd up-until-then been deflecting as if he were a pebble; he straightened his posture and snorted. "Well ain't this sweet; it's nauseating." He sneered calmly.

"Kita, don't just stand there! This guy was looking for me, not you; take Rukia and get out of here… I don't want you to get involved in this!" Kurosaki Ichigo declared annoyedly behind her as he straightened to his feet, brown gaze hard.

Akatsuki Kita huffed and tilted her head back a smidge, her blue eyes calm. "You're in no condition to tell me to run, y'know. Your hollow is unstable; I can tell you're holding back, just as you were holding back that day you choked up and got your ass handed to you on a silver platter." She lowered her zanpakutō and turned her gaze back up at the Espada, her fingers gripping the hilt out of reflex. "Take Rukia and go; you two will only be targets if this gets hairier than it already has. Besides, this is what I came for." And with that she disappeared in a whisper of shun-po, leaving the angered and confused deputy Shinigami in her wake.

A loud 'klang' rang out when the side of her katana's blade connected with the top half of his left arm; both sets of blue eyes regarded each other emotionlessly before his gaze turned away and he punted her off, sending her skidding back into the current on her heels.

This Shinigami didn't look like much of a threat, prolly as weak as that other one he'd punched through the stomach of, but her reiatsu and well-placed blows spoke otherwise; a snort escaped him. "Since when did Shinigami take turns gettin' themselves mauled willingly?" He wondered dryly.

She smirked and chuckled quietly. "Who said I wanted to get mauled?" She zipped forward and swung at his belly, the smirk faltering when he caught her blade in time and brought it up and to the side, blue meeting blue once again. "Aizen must've wept happily when he realized your hierro would be tougher than nails." She drawled.

He scoffed and smirked back, his knee lifting and propelling into her gut, sending her back again as he flexed his knuckles from the grip he'd had on her zanpakutō's blade; he was beginning to get bored with her. "Oi, if you're supposed to be third-strongest compared to that brat, ya sure as fuck are a disappointment." He declared.

"Hadō 33: Sōkatsui!" A wide jet of blue fire screamed at him, being deflected as he swung his right arm out and brushed it away; a loud 'klang' rang out as blood flew from his slashed forearm.

Kita smirked even though her eyes were as cold as glaciers. "Sorry to be such a disappointment!" She scoffed as Kuroyaibira snarled in the back of her mind, aching to be released.

The Espada huffed and smirked darkly; good, she wasn't a total loss. "So yer not just for show; ain't that a relief!" He disappeared in a buzz of sonido, surprising her.

She hopped out of the way of his would-be kick from behind, twisting on her heel to regard him with guarded eyes. "So what name do I carve on your broken zanpakutō?" She demanded quietly.

"Pfhah, fine, since it's prolly the last name you're ever gonna hear. Sexta Espada, Grimmjow Jeagerjacques." He smirked amusedly when seeing the brief surprise register on her pretty face, flexing his fingers again, buzzing out of appearance in another sonido, taking the moment to reappear at her back and return the favor of her little love-tap. "I'd really not know the name of a soon-to-be dead bitch." His well-placed foot connected with the middle of her back as he sharply kicked and sent her flying to crash into the wall of an abandoned parking garage.

"Kita!" The redhead on the ground gritted his teeth as his brown eyes regarded the dust cloud with anger, the sneering laugh of both his inner hollow and Grimmjow making his blood boil beneath the surface.

Warm blood dripped to the concrete beneath her from the narrow gash to her left temple as she rose to her feet, her reiatsu spiking as Kuroyaibira roared angrily to be unleashed.

She slid her eyes closed, succumbing to her zanpakutō's wishes. "Bankai."

"Oi, you still wetting yourself in there, bitch? Come out, I'm not gonna hurt ya! I'm just gonna make you regret sticking your nose in a fight I was enjoying…" He called with a wicked grin on his lips.

"Third Howl: Korosutsuki Kuro!" A large red-tinged black beam screamed at him, sending the briefly-surprised Grimmjow sailing at least ten yards into the air.

"The name's not 'bitch'. It's Akatsuki Kita, the Third Seat of Sixth Division."

Ichigo looked up at the reemerged third seat in surprise, his eyes glancing at the change in her standard uniform caused by her bankai but soon resting on the long black scythe she held in hand, the crimson crescent blade glinting moonlight off the blunt side. Since when did she have a bankai? Is that why she seemed stronger than Ikkaku when we first met? Why the hell didn't she say anything about it!? "…Kita."

"Sabikitta Kuroyaibira normally isn't my preferred choice of action in slaying my enemy, but since you're a special case and really are just a glorified hollow… This is the perfect weapon to rip you to shreds, Grimmjow Jeagerjacques." She drawled coldly, lifting the scythe by the staff and beginning to twirl the blade.

I didn't want to use this because the only people who know I have a bankai are Rangiku and Kiba and I'm pretty sure a third seat having achieved bankai is a no-no… But still, if I can get out of this alive, then it's worth it.

A wide red doom blast screamed at her from the clearing dust, surprising her; she reacted quickly, "Second Howl: Tsukijiei!" The cero connected with a tall rectangular barrier stained crimson, dissolving swiftly once it hit the protective shield.

Grimmjow panted slightly, glaring electric-blue daggers at the woman behind the red barrier, blood dripping from the slash cutting diagonally across his chest her attack had made; he'd narrowly dodged getting the brunt of that strange blast in his face by crossing both arms in an attempt to negate some of the raw power exhumed. He ignored the narrow gash on his left temple that bled freely and stained his skin, laughing blackly. "Not bad! Finally, you Shinigami are beginnin' to amuse me!" Though that attack looked a helluva lot like a cero. Just what the hell was that? It was different than what that orange-haired brat used in Ulquiorra's report… It was stronger, and fuggin' ferocious. Since when do Shinigami have hollow-like attacks?

He grinned at the prospect of fighting a stronger opponent, his hand lowering to the blue hilt of his own zanpakutō, seeing her visibly tense in her place, the scythe lifting up a little. "I wouldn't just stand there, Akatsuki; now it's my turn!" He proclaimed as he began to draw the katana.

A calm hand landed on the back of his left shoulder, surprising him; he glared over his shoulder at the visor-shielded blind eyes of Tōsen Kaname. "Tōsen!" He growled out.

Tōsen… what's he doing here? Did he come to stop Grimmjow from unleashing his Resurrección? She tightened her grip on the staff of Sabikitta Kuroyaibira out of annoyance, narrowing her eyes.

"Sheathe your sword, Grimmjow." The ex-captain ordered softly with a slight furrow of his brow.

The bluenette shook him off and twisted away with a growl of irritation, "Why the fuck are you here!?"

"'Why' you ask? I think you know why. You invaded the human world without permission, mobilized five Arrancars without authorization… and subsequently lost all five of your subordinates. These are serious offenses. Lord Aizen-sama isn't pleased, Grimmjow." Tōsen returned to his original spot behind the riled Espada, pretending he didn't hear the soft snarl the irate Espada uttered under his breath at literally having his rights read to him.

Grimmjow glowered stiffly at his would-be kill, noticing that she was glaring daggers in return, but they weren't for his gaze (not entirely, anyway); well fuck, we have somethin' in common, he thought bitterly.

"Let's go, Grimmjow. Your punishment will be decided in Hueco Mundo." Tōsen drawled dismissively behind him, stirring him from his thoughts.

"Tch, fine." The bluenette clicked his tongue and turned reluctantly to follow his superior, ripping a line in the air as a garganta zipped open before them, nothingness awaiting the two tense men.

Kita spat after his retreat, blue eyes cold. "Go kiss Aizen's ass, Tōsen. You'll be dead one way or another when Soul Society crushes you and your god." She vowed softly.

"Don't get cocky, third seat. Just because you have such a powerful bankai doesn't make you immortal or invincible." Tōsen rebutted calmly.

"W-wait!" She perked up as Ichigo came up to stand alongside her, slightly surprised; his brown eyes were on the retreating Espada. "Where're you going!?" He barked.

The Espada glanced back at him disdainfully, "Shut up, we're goin' back to Hueco Mundo."

"What!? You can't come here and attack us and then just leave! Come back here: we're not finished yet!" Ichigo snarled desperately.

Kita glanced at him empathetically; Ichigo…

Grimmjow paused, turning slightly to glare at him. "'Not finished'? Gimme a fuckin' break: Tōsen just saved your life, Shinigami." He ignored the shock on the boy's face. "It's obvious yer afraid of using your bankai at its full extent because of whatever the hell's ailing you. You're pathetic, lettin' that woman fight me instead of doin' it yourself! Even if you could grow a pair of balls and use that bankai at maximum power, you still couldn't defeat me while in Resurrección." He smirked darkly at the baffled expression on his brow.

She furrowed her brow slightly; so he was holding back, then. If that's the case, and he's at least three times stronger in Resurrección, then I might owe Tōsen for stepping in when he did.

"'Resurrección'?" Ichigo repeated quietly.

Grimmjow huffed and turned about to face him again as he stepped into the portal, "Don't forget my name, and pray you never hear it again… Grimmjow Jeagerjacques!" His dark smirk turned into a likewise grin as the garganta began to close. "The next time you hear that name, you're dead meat, Shinigami!" He vowed before the portal shut and the night sky remained the same as if it hadn't been ripped open several minutes ago.

Kita exhaled softly when the tension ebbed away, flicking her wrist as the scythe faded to be replaced with the simple katana; she wiped the smudged blood from her forehead gingerly, wincing a little at noting the injury was on the mend.

Both Shinigami descended to the concrete wordlessly, sheathing their respective weapons.

"Why didn't you tell me you had a bankai?" Ichigo broke the silence first, looking down at her.

Kita looked down briefly, brushing some of her wavy locks back. "Because the bond between my zanpakutō and me was strong enough and I'd already learned Kuroyaibira's shikai after I graduated the Academy, I achieved bankai a decade ago. To be honest, Kiba and Matsumoto are the only ones who knew about it until tonight." She lifted her gaze to hold his own in something he recognized to be sympathy, a small smile playing at her lips. "Are you all right?" She wondered.

He quieted and looked at the sky where the bluenette had called him out only minutes ago, huffing quietly. "Just pissed off." He answered in the same tone.

She nodded slightly, perking her ears as Renji came forward from out of his own battle, apparently, judging by the scratches and bloodstains he wore.

"So, the Arrancars returned to Hueco Mundo, huh?" Renji mused, noting his fellow redhead didn't say anything, earning a concerned glance from the only woman present. "You won."

Ichigo stared at the sky again, "I lost."

His small brown gaze tightened, "dumbass; if you're alive, then you won…"

"Stop; you know better." He corrected quietly, "If you were me, you'd feel the same. I didn't protect anyone… I couldn't defeat our enemies. I lost… to Grimmjow!" He spat his name as if he tasted acid.

Kita looked at the sky before she slid her eyes closed and turned to retreat to the Urahara Shop.
"Regardless, everyone remained alive, despite their injuries. Be grateful you can pick up your sword one more day and stop feeling sorry for yourself. You toppled enough captains, lieutenants and high-ranked officers back in Soul Society ontop of defeating Byakuya, and stand here to breathe another breath. Don't make that face, either… Please, Ichigo." She continued to walk, leaving both redheads in her wake.

Aizen will pay for what he's done, this I swear.

A sweatdrop formed on her temple.

"Matsumoto, are you sure Inoue won't mind you guys dragging this oversized monitor into her apartment?" She asked hesitantly, looking at the fleshy frame around the screen and lifting a brow at her old friend.

The busty lieutenant smiled lightly at her, further inciting the doubtful look in her blue eyes. "Of course not, Orihime-chan is too sweet to say no!" She said.

Kita rolled her eyes and felt the slightest amount of pity for that human, noting the bandage covering the cut on her temple and the green cargo pants, black sneakers and slate tank top that had the nihongo for 'Punk' scrawled across her moderately-sized bust in yellow letters in the screen's reflection; she exhaled. "God help that poor girl." She muttered.

"Whoa, awesome…" Both women blinked at hearing the voice of the apartment's resident before the taller blonde zipped around to escort the young woman out; the pipsqueak captain deadpanned as the third seat rubbed her temples gingerly. "N-no, no, no, wait! What is that, Tōshirō!?" The girl flailed.

"Talk about bad timing…" Kita grumbled as the people on the opposite end of the connection seemed to respond to the signal on their end.

"This is Captain Hitsugaya Tōshirō of Tenth Division." Hitsugaya declared.

It took a moment before the visage of Sōtaichō Yamamoto appeared on the screen, slightly surprising Inoue. "The Head-Captain…?" She began.
"That was fast work, Captain Hitsugaya. I asked you to set up this emergency link for an important reason: we've uncovered Aizen Sōsuke's true objective!" All three members of the Gotei 13 in the room perked up alertly at the news.

"'Aizen's true objective', sir?" Hitsugaya repeated.

The Head-Captain nodded gruffly, "Indeed."

Inoue blinked and offered a weak smile, "Oh, um, this sounds pretty serious, so I'll be going…!" She began to exit the room.

"Wait; this concerns you humans as well. Stay and listen." Yamamoto stopped her as she turned back and nodded. "It's been one month since Aizen escaped; the Fifth Division Captain's room, the underground chamber of Central 46, and the Daireisho-Kairo Great Archive are still being examined. It's been grueling work; those locations are generally off limits, few captains have any idea of what's inside them."

Tōshirō again, "What exactly is going on, Sōtaichō; what is it you want to tell us?"

"Very well. Ukitake, while investigating the Great Archive, made an unusual discovery the other day: he found records that certain documents related to the Hōgyoku had been accessed, then he found that two days before Aizen's disappearance, a body of literature completely unrelated to the Hōgyoku had also been accessed." He continued.

She had a bad feeling about what they'd unearthed; "'Literature' about what?" Hitsugaya wondered.

The graveness of the matter showed more prominently on his aged face as he answered, "The Ōken."

Hitsugaya perked up alertly as Kita and Rangiku stiffened slightly in response; Inoue looked on in confusion.
"'Ōken'… What's that?" She repeated quietly.

Matsumoto turned to her to explain what it was, "The royal key. Soul Society has its own royal family, but they let Central 46 run Soul Society and never interfere with our operations; none of us has ever actually seen them."

"Indeed, the King's name is Reiō; he's a symbolic yet revered figure in Soul Society. The Royal Palace exists in a different dimension from Soul Society, a royal security corps guards it… The Ōken opens the gate to that dimension." Yamamoto declared grimly.

"That bastard," Kita grumbled in regards to Aizen, narrowing her eyes at the floor, as Inoue realized what Aizen's intentions were in regards to the Royal Key.

"… Wants to murder the king; that, I believe, is his true purpose… However, it is not the immediate threat."

His teal eyes tightened, "does the book Aizen was looking at show the location of the Ōken?"

"No; that secret has been passed down orally by the Captain-Generals of the Gotei for generations… what he accessed was literature documenting the creation of the Ōken. He knows how it was made."
"Then he could've already made his own Ōken." Rangiku hypothesized.

"No, it's not that simple. The immediate problem is the raw material he needs. To create an Ōken, one-hundred thousand souls and a jūreichi nine-point-six miles in diameter are required."

"… One-hundred thousand souls?"

"Yes, but the souls aren't our only concern: a jūreichi is an unusual phenomenon in the human world, it's location changes every time. It is a spiritually charged area to which spirits are drawn… Now do you see? The jūreichi that Aizen is after is…"

"Karakura Town." Kita finished softly, noting the girl's pallor paled slightly when hearing the words.

He nodded. "Indeed. Perhaps one-hundred thousand souls and a jūreichi are a bit too abstract: but to put it simply, if Aizen completes the Ōken as indicated in the literature, Karakura and its people –all of them— will be carved out of this world and erased from existence."

The girl shivered slightly; she patted her shoulder gently, looking at the wizened Head-Captain. "Sōtaichō, there's a way to stop him from causing hell, isn't there?" She asked calmly.

He nodded, "very sharp of you, third seat. Yes, we will find a way: that is why the Gotei 13 exists."

Inoue looked up in something she assumed was awe, earning a couple of soft smiles from both women present.

"Thankfully, we have a little time; according to Kurotsuchi, the Hōgyoku remains in a dormant state after it is removed from a soul. We believe it requires four full months to completely awaken, and until then, Aizen cannot assemble his army… But then he will make his move. The battle will come in winter; until then, sharpen your skills and prepare for battle!" Yamamoto declared with a sharp tap of his cane on the floorboards in his office.

"Hai!" Kita, Rangiku and Tōshirō nodded curtly in obedience.

"Inoue Orihime, what Aizen wants is in your world: that is too large an area to handle by ourselves. You humans will have to help us so please inform Kurosaki Ichigo." He added, perking her ears.

Inoue nodded, "Yes, sir!"

Rangiku turned to walk away, "then I'll go inform Ikkaku and the others, Captain-General."

"Wait for me," Kita began to follow her as Hitsugaya voiced his agreement to go with her to inform those on their advance team.

"Hitsugaya, Akatsuki, wait a moment," both aforementioned officers looked at him, "there's someone here who's been waiting to talk with you, Hitsugaya; Akatsuki, your captain is wishing to speak with you, as well, after Hitsugaya speaks with his visitor."

She blinked in surprise; Byakuya wanted to talk with her? She nodded and saluted him lazily, "sir." She looked at the shorter captain and smiled. "I'll be outside." She followed Rangiku and Inoue out of the apartment, waving them goodbye as she paused short of the balcony and looked out at the buildings around her.

A soft breeze stole past her, playing with her wavy hair; she slid her eyes closed and concentrated on that strawberry's reiatsu.
He'd been absent the last few days, according to Rukia, and it left her friend worried; of course it worried her as well, not as much as it did the younger Kuchiki, but either way...

'I didn't protect anyone, I couldn't defeat our enemies… I lost…'

Her blue eyes darkened slightly as his words replayed in her head. Tch, idiot; get strong enough to take back what you said… She looked up at the passing clouds overhead. "Get stronger so you don't have to make her worry anymore, baka-strawberry." She said softly to the clear day.

"Kita, you're up."

She blinked and looked over her shoulder at the white-haired prodigy, pausing when noting the somber light in his young face; she nodded, patting his shoulder with a hand before slipping inside the apartment as he took her place outside on the balcony, appearing before the monitor, the screen fuzzy with static.

The screen turned back on with the visage of Kuchiki Byakuya on the opposite end; her face brightened and she smiled softly.

"I see you've adapted to the… fashion sense, of the human world." He spoke first, stealing the chance for her to open her mouth, making her blink.

She blushed a little as he seemed to note her tank top more than the rest of her outfit, allowing a slow grin to form on her lips as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other. "Are you flirting, Taichō?" She teased.

The normally-stuffy nobleman cut his gaze away as she giggled softly, his ears burning even though he darted another glance at her, damning whoever had given her that shirt to the lowest pits of hell for what it was doing to his… composure. "Don't patronize me; I simply wanted to see how you were faring and to see that you were keeping your promise, not to get heckled so early in the afternoon." He groused.

Kita chuckled softly, smiling again and crossing her arms over her chest. "Aww come on, I haven't seen you in almost a week! Y'know I miss you…" She quieted once the words slipped out of her mouth and looked away briefly, her cheeks warming; seeming to shake out of it and regain herself, she looked at him again, gray meeting blue. "But to business! So far, so good, actually. Rukia's doing fine as well, and Renji is… well, Renji." She shrugged innocently.

He shook his head softly, a tiny smile tugging at his lips. I miss you too… "I heard on the wind that the Hitsugaya Advance Team sustained an ambush from Aizen's Espada. That would explain that bandage on your forehead." She winced a little at being ratted out, her cheeks warming as she looked down and to the left, raising a hand to rub her arm.

"Taichō…" She began.

"You fought well, apparently… And I'm glad that you're still standing." Even moreso because I can see your smile again. He watched the surprise register on her pretty face, fighting the smile that threatened to stretch across his lips.

She nodded and then grinned good-naturedly, the blush staining her cheeks a light pink hue. "Thanks, Taichō." I'm glad to see you again, as well. "Um, I guess I'd better not keep you away from work. I've got to get stronger too, if things are going to get hairier than they were when the Espada ambushed us." She smiled softly, a smile for him, poking her chest with a thumb. "Relax, though; I'm not gonna overdo it."

I'll fight if not to keep both worlds from falling, then to remain at your side for as long as I can.

Byakuya blinked once before his slate-gray eyes softened at her determination and confidence; there's my girl. "In that case, give them hell." He smirked bemusedly.

Kita nodded again, grinning, "Yes, Captain!"

A/N: whew, first Espada encounter! i'm sorta happy with how the fight scene came out, even tho Kita stole Ichigo's thunder (so to speak). i still support GrimmIchi, don't get me wrong, but.. well i had to. it was hard to resist! xD lol incase anyone is wondering why i decided to let Kita have a swing at fighting Grimmjow, well, because it's Grimmjow. period! i mean, how can you NOT pit a shinigami against an Espada, much less an Espada as wild and dangerous as our favorite kitty? xD yeah, i went there /gets cero'd

so tell the truth, did i screw it up? did i give Grimmy enough justice? i'm dying to know what you think! 0|

*Ibuki - the Yoshida Brothers
** qué suerte = "lucky you" / SOL = shit. outta. luck. (c'mon, even i knew that one, and that was before i dubbed the chapter with it! lol); Sol = sun (pun if you don't think the acronym thoroughly |D)