Chapter 9
Hi everyone! First of all Happy New Year to you all! I know it's a bit late, but I sincerely apologize for the lack of updates. My school and work life is in such turmoil that I get no time to write as much as I want to now. However, as always I will update. During my time away, thank you all for your reviews and those who consider even reading this fanfiction. It really means a lot to me. Most of all the motivation just surges through me to ensure I do not disappoint you at the least! Also I'll try focusing on this considering I can only write on weekends. This way I'm hoping to get some sort of updates rolling without difficulty. Please bear with me time being! _
This update would have been much sooner, however the ending result was not really to my favor...so I took additional time and effort to get it done before the month ends. I do hope you enjoy this chapter!~
He sits quietly with his eyes shut, hands both joined together carefully processing Ulquiorra's report acutely. The air was noiseless, peaceful—an air that Ulquiorra welcomed dearly. He had spent almost a week in the human world filled with clamour and disputes; only when the city sleeps acquiring the amity he craved for. As ordered, he narrates his observations thus far, consisting of blending in with the humans that dwell there and movements of Soul Society.
As Aizen lifts his face he pushed his meal aside lacing this subordinate his undivided attention. "My, my." He purrs. "I never thought the second phase to my plan would affect them this much. I must say, it's quite amusing." The male smirks. "I am pleased to know Rukia is so adamant to find me. If I hadn't killed her precious lover I'd say she has a crush on me. Then again I am flattered to know I'm in her thoughts." Although amused he gives a disappointed sigh. For a moment he studies Ulquiorra and continues. "What surprises me most was you. I never thought you were the customer oriented type."
Ulquiorra turns silent maintaining his frown. "That was mainly for observation. I have no intentions ever doing such an annoying thing again." The fault goes to that foolish woman but his lip seals leaving such a detail to himself.
Casting a cursory glance the brown-haired male speaks, his tone serious. "Listen carefully. Continue working there. It deems quite an advantage for us both to gain more information about those Soul Reapers and their pathetic nightly patrols. I want them to quiver under my feet, cower in fear knowing that my eyes process their every move." His lips curls to a smile savouring each word. "Make as much human contact as possible and report any suspicious activity worthy to me."
A bit peeved at the orders given Ulquiorra simply nods. "Yes Lord Aizen."
His usual grin reappears pleased by the demon's anticipated reply. "Wonderful. Do not disappoint me."
What appeared worse? Aizen's orders or that intense exchange between Orihime's crush?
His mind filled with copious thoughts marched down the streets of Karakura. Unknowingly releasing Orihime's hand, this unusual mood of his felt somewhat alienated. For the first time in decades, Ulquiorra calmed his raging heart deliquescing the memory of him.
Yes. Eagerly thawing the image of Kurosaki Ichigo.
Orihime staggered behind the fuming male unable to comprehend the situation at hand. The short time adequately understanding him deemed quite the challenge. Being extremely intelligent, a bit modest and charismatic—although being the unsociable type; there was a particular characteristic that drew him to her. Besides having all these astounding assets this male has the ability to suppress his sensibility.
Until now.
The auburn-haired teen too startled to voice her thoughts on his strange behaviour kept tight-lipped until the time was right, taking in every detail of this new discovery. It's a breakthrough of finally witnessing an emotional Ulquiorra. As always all things must come to an end. The unbearable silence eventually killed her motivation to perceive this innovation further.
Still struggling to his pace the female chooses her words cautiously. "Um…" The instant his chilling stare met hers Orihime immediately swallows.
"What?" His tone dark and rather annoyed.
The moment Orihime's eyes expressed concern and rather perplexed, Ulquiorra's walking halts abruptly tearing his gaze from hers. His behaviour raised her curiosity, as well as his. His mind was dazed seeping with inscrutable irritation.
"Um…" Orihime links her smile with a frown. "I'm sorry."
"…What?" Her apology seemed unnecessary. He glanced over his shoulders as the maiden hung her head low, masking the embarrassment to her cheeks. "I'm sorry about last night. I was a bit worried thinking maybe it might have been …upsetting to you."
Last night? Ulquiorra back tracks their previous encounter.
Ah, that.
The moment he knew her purpose of guilt he sighs. "It bothers me not. You don't have to apologize for such trivial things."
The female blinks. "Really?"
"I don't repeat myself." His back turns ending the conversation. "Let's go."
That vibrant smile graces her face once more stepping towards him. "Oh, oh does that mean you'll be lending a hand again tonight?!"
Side-glancing the eerie grin on Orihime's expression, the male wordlessly continues the journey back to Gourmet Delight.
Engulfed by morbid sonority the halls of Las Noches drowns with discordant cries. It appeared to be like any other day living in the underworld, yet today in particular seemed far more dreadful than it should be. Aizen's plan urged his curiosity, chain of evidence against him on standby. Now, Grimmjow can do nothing but exhale. Patiently awaiting the opportunity of speaking to Las Noches mad scientist, Szayel, the capricious Grimmjow keeps his anger at bay. He stands in disgust absorbing the monstrous torture of a fellow comrade.
The room once lit was now pitch-black, the scent of human dermis lingered the air causing the male a squinting eye at the now burnt corpse before him. Indeed sadism remains his forte, the joy of suffering inflicted upon others trembles him to exhilaration. On the other hand being starved, disfigured, mutilated and overcooked to a crisp—a bit too much don't you think? Witnessing these act of physical torture made Grimmjow exceedingly grateful for still having a sane frame of mind. He diverts his head to the side as Szayel's prey crashes to the floor. In turn, the pink-haired male spins around, lifting his rectangular specs towards the bridge of his nose with blinding pearly whites coming to view. He takes a breath in relishing the thrill of the kill, smile deepening with amusement.
"Ah what a beautiful sight." The male purrs. "Won't you agree Grimmjow-san?"
"I won't know." The adjuchas hollow scoffs shunning the sight and scent of Szayel's victim. "I'm not an fucked up psychopath has yourself."
The scientist grins narrowing his eyes unoffended. "Ah, how true." Gracefully removing his sanguinary gloves, the male strides towards a wood fitted recliner with vertical spindles. Above him a tiny bulb struggles to retain his crimson stained figure—nevertheless, that minuscular illumine captures his beauty more than ever. With his arms folded, legs crossed, Szayel gazes at his compeer with a tint of interest to his sudden tarriance. "Two visitors in one day? How unusual."
Grimmjow lifts an eyebrow. Two visitors? A gloom of uneasiness overlaps his presumptions, overly suspicious of Aizen's vigilance. Is that bastard aware of my snooping around already?
Szayel grins amused by Grimmjow's apprehensive concealment. "I assure you no one will know of this unexpected meeting. Now then," He leans closely smiling with cunning dominance. "What brings you here?"
Suppressing his worries Grimmjow surrendered his depressing thoughts putting them to rest. "I need to ask you a few questions pertaining to—"
"Lord Aizen?" Completing his sentence the narcissistic male simply smiles while the irritated Grimmjow nods. A quick run of his slender fingers combs unwanted fuchsia bangs from his now blazing amber orbs now full of cognizance. "What do you need to know?"
"I believe you already know my first question."
Szayel chuckles. "How about I grace you a story first?" Before the provoked hollow protests, Szayel cuts him off with a raised hand continuing. "I guarantee it will answer all the questions you need. This is a rare opportunity I recommend you pay heed too."
Grimmjow frowns but eventually consents.
Pleased by this Szayel begins. "As you know the world has been separated into three dimensions. Heaven, earth and hell. They each play an important role to the human life cycle. When a human dies on earth, according to their deeds, they are placed in either heaven or hell prospectively. What holds and keeps the balance between these three worlds is an orb which possesses that of good and evil. This orb is called the Hogyoku."
The scientist pauses briefly gracing Grimmjow seconds grace to grip and assess the information at hand. "The Hogyoku's power lies through an individual's deepest desire. Whether it be good or evil, the user's wish will be granted leaving no stone unturned."
"Wait." Something unbelievable ticks, his mind processing it further. "I've heard of this before." Although vague, the Hogyoku was a legend about a war decades ago between an army of hollows and Soul Society. The battle was fierce with overshadowed oppositions, betrayal and bloodshed. At the end Soul Society dominated Las Noches, reclaiming that one orb hollows risked their lives for. Indeed there was a flash of relevance to all this, but to what avail? What purpose was there for him to know this? "What I understand is the purpose of that stupid orb and the magical fairy tale powers it may possess. What I don't understand, is why are you stalling and wasting my fucking time on some useless legend."
Laughter fills the air disconcerting Grimmjow's mood further. Wiping a stray tear Szayel sighs, his arms unfolded. "Au contraire, what I tell you now is the foundation to Aizen's plan." He smirks upon Grimmjow's startled appearance. "The war and the Hogyoku is no legend. Lord Aizen became demented by the orb's power. He craves supremacy, a feeling of having every being to his mercy." Szayel deflects his stare towards his last victim savouring the moments of its torture. "His needs led to war, in which also leading to his demise."
Grimmjow chews over those words, enlightened and overwhelmed. It all made sense now. Recruiting demons, ranking their powers through battle, constantly surveying Soul Society...all this to make him play God? The blue-haired male grips his fists, calm anger festering violently. This son of a bitch will do anything just to get what he wants. I knew he was a mad man, but I never expected him to sacrifice his subjects to obtain the orb's power.
Szayel reverts his stare sensing Grimmjow's silence. "Seems like someone got a taste of Lord Aizen's real intentions hmm?"
The male crosses his arms lacing Szayel with a vinegary gaze. "What do you know of Aizen's plan involving that emo bastard?"
"Ah, Ulquiorra-sama." Szayel smiles. "Our friend is currently on an assignment to analyse activities going on in the human world. It's more of a reporting assignment you see."
"Was there a human being mentioned in that Hogyoku legend?"
Szayel blinks. "A human?"
"Yeah, a human woman."
"Maybe, maybe not. I won't know."
Damnit. Nothing on that topic either. Grimmjow believed the mad scientist hides something of value, but refused to investigate it any further. "Guess I'll have to find someone who does." His back turns heading towards the exit.
"Aww, leaving without a thank you?" The scientist chortles as Grimmjow raised a hand, flashing him the third finger. His eyes never left Grimmjow's form, waving him lightly as he leave his chambers. He licks his lips discovering a bit of information of his own. "A human woman huh. Seems like I'll be enjoying this far more than I had anticipated."
The hustle and bustle of Gourmet Delight continues on as weekend approaches. Her actions were sedulous, movements tireless with persistence. Due to unfortunate events, Mari departs for an important meeting, leaving the head chef, Gingiro Jin, in charge of her absence. The strenuous evening has been one of her busiest days. Her efforts of completing her share of work and responsibilities of assisting her newest colleague appeared laborious. Despite her exhaustion, what stunned Orihime most was Ulquiorra's support. When asked to work this shift by Mari, the male agreed without the slightest protest. Although a bit worrisome at first, everything ran smoothly between him and Gingiro, both males now cooperating hand in hand in the kitchen. Questions swarmed her speculation, finding Ulquiorra's sudden change of heart quite bizarre.
What a strange man. Although cold and rather detached to the world, he seems nice. Gradually Orihime finds him less intimidating bit by bit. It feels rather—admirable. An unexpected smile peers her face unknowingly. She spies on him as he carefully stirs a boiling pot, the image of him in an apron along with his face of disgust causing her to giggle softly.
Before allowing the chance to savor the view the delicate maiden was now attacked by an incoming avalanche. Her mind freezes at speedy impact, her squeal unable to conceal.
Orihime now caged in the arms of a tall auburn-haired female struggles in her arms; efforts to break free gone in vain. She squirms turning towards the individual named Matsumoto Rangiku. Today was her first working day at Gourmet Delight under Orihime's supervision. She has long wavy hair, light-blue eyes, pulp lips and a curvaceous figure. A tiny mole located below the right side of her mouth complimented her chiselled features. Although knowing her the first time, observing Rangiku's performance gave Orihime the understanding of her outgoing persona. At times she seemed somewhat egotistical and manipulative, but considerably a hard worker. What Orihime admired most about this beauty would be her lack of modesty towards her appearance—unlike herself of course. Rangiku already made herself an asset to the restaurant; charming her male customers to stay longer, spend additional money on drinks and collect those extra tips. Her trump card being her voluminous chest now pressing against Orihime's back.
With a pout the woman voices her complaints to the crushed maiden. "Hime-chan I'm exhausted!"
Orihime takes a breath, sucking whatever air left in her lungs to respond. "M- Matsumoto-san..."
Quickly releasing her fellow worker, Rangiku places a hand to her hips sighing in exasperation. "I've never worked so hard in my life!" Thankfully there weren't any customers at that moment, giving Rangiku the opportunity to find a seat nearby. She slouches a bit before continuing. "How do you survive these shifts every day?"
Also taking advantage to sit Orihime conjures a quick response. "Well, it was a bit hectic at first, but…" Truthfully Ichigo was her only motivation. Perhaps this gift would open new doors to their relationship. Then again, would it be okay to express such feelings to someone she just met? "…I guess my body got used to it that it eventually became natural to me."
Rangiku frowned a little considering Orihime's words. "You're amazing Hime-chan."
A blushed Orihime shakes her head in denial. "No, just stubborn I guess." She gives a now laughing Rangiku a genuine smile, suppressing a giggle. "Hey, stop laughing!"
A chime echoes, interrupting their conversing. Orihime reflexively got to her feet, her body knowing its significance. She bows quickly repeating the same line whenever new customers arrive. "Welcome to Gourmet Delight!"
Rangiku also stands gracing those who interrupted with folded arms and a permanent frown.
"Good evening Inoue-san."
Without warning her heart thumps to that voice, her pulse hitting overdrive. It can't be. Not here, not now. Slowly her face lifts, confirming her worst fears. There he was. Standing there in all his glorious light.
Kurosaki Ichigo.
"Ku-Kurosaki-kun…" Her words were merely a murmur, his eyes boring into hers with admiration. Her body flinches as he approaches her slowly; every step taken extracting the air around them.
"I came to surprise you. Seems like my plan worked." He gestures a smile grandiosely as the young maiden nod without words. "I'm glad."
Orihime returns his smile, overwhelmed by his sudden appearance. Before allowing the moment to sink in properly, Ichigo's expression turns grim shaking his head lightly. "Do you really intend on staying out there all night?"
The male's words confuses Orihime briefly, clearing up soon afterwards as the individual approaches them. The butterflies swirling in the pits of her stomach were killed instantly by the woman upholding Ichigo's affections. The beautiful Kuchiki Rukia. Involuntarily sweeping her hands to her chest, Orihime's fist clenches.
"Is this really necessary?" Rukia crosses her arms giving him a bitter face.
Flashing a tight spasm of a smile Ichigo eyes the petite woman besides him. "You can't greet Inoue-san outside, now can you?" His words leaked sarcasm as Rukia pouts in return.
They continued their bickering, Orihime's presence forgotten. A mixture of resentment, sadness and sorrow clouds her mind. Just as if destiny prevented her from breaking the bond they shared; she stared at them in quiet awe convinced she can never obtain such a connection.
I need to get away. She quickly hides her turbulent emotions keeping them at bay—continually convincing herself that a chance for his affections still stands. She delivers a cheerful smile, voice sturdy yet solemn. "Do have a seat to your choosing, I'll get you both a glass of water. Matsumoto-san will fetch you the menus meantime." Oddly nervous Orihime quickly retreats to the kitchen bothering not for a response in return.
With her escape brief yet unpleasant, Orihime hasten her steps upon entering the kitchen. Mind in turmoil, thoughts hazy and emotions out of control, she heads towards the kitchen counter, grasping two transparent glasses along with the pitcher beside it. Tears threaten to spill, defeating the need to suppress them.
Don't you dare do this. Not here. Don't you cry Orihime. Suck it up you can do it. Those words were her mantra, consoling her weak heart that it was stronger than this.
Ulquiorra registers Orihime's presence, his eyes never leaving the piled dishes before him. However there was something unfamiliar about her entry.
Silence. Normally she makes a grand entrance; either humming some pitiable song she can think of, or randomly call his name.
Although unsure of the purpose behind this change, he made no effort to inquire about it—yet decided to side glance the female beside him. His eyes narrows slightly, attempting to understand Orihime's strange behaviour. She is currently pouring a glass of water, yet her technique seemed…rather peculiar. She stares ahead pensive, the brim of the glass overflowing freely to the floor. He knew the auburn-haired female was undoubtedly clumsy, but this was somewhat disturbing. The sight was unbearable, causing the male to suspend his duties momentarily. Since that human Jin had excused himself briefly, Ulquiorra decided to confront the queer lady before he reappears.
"Onna."
She turns to face him, yet there was something anomalous about her gaze he had never witnessed before. Her eyes expressed…unhappiness…? Anger? Fear? Perceiving human emotions were his best ability, yet why can he not perceive what this woman expressed now? "Pay attention." Ulquiorra gave a neutral expression masking all irritation as his eyes leers towards the counter top.
Unable to comprehend the flow of conversation, Orihime blinks, her stare following Ulquiorra's gaze. Her eyes adjusts, now flustered by the mess she had created. Frantically the young maiden surveys the kitchen for a mop, silently scolding her inner self of the clutter created.
"You're clumsy, but this is utterly absurd." Ulquiorra folds his arms dully gazing at her. "What is the matter with you?"
Orihime chews her bottom lip finding words to respond to his question. She avoids eye contact replying to him in the simplest way possible. "N-Nothing, I'm fine."
The demon noticed that constant reaction of hers, one he hated most. "What a childish response." For some reason he says this more forcefully than anticipated. Why does he feel such frustration to something so trivial? He endures her silence for a moment as she finally speaks.
"I'm fine really…" Orihime ogles the floor, mixed atmosphere of tension and sadness meshed as one. "I'll fetch the customer's orders now." She quickly fills each glass with water, places them unto her serving tray calmly slipping pass him wordlessly.
This woman. Ulquiorra surprises himself for wasting time on this human. Something about Orihime draws his animalistic urge to the surface. Why I'm I drawn to such a pathetic woman? The stoic male remembered every detail of their meeting for the first time. Her weak personality, wretch emotions and foolish affections are completely opposite from the life he lived. At times he regret the day Aizen ever assigned him the responsibility to watch over her for all those years. Doing so made a murderous demon aware that a speck of his human emotions still lingered. No…that simply meant this woman made him weak. His purpose of meeting her once more was to gain the opportunity to kill her…to kill his weakness. Ulquiorra hesitates a moment, curiosity winning the better of him strolling towards Orihime's distress. A moment later he looks beyond the teen's figure, expression turning flat. Comprehension dawns and he heaves a sigh. So that caused her sudden change in behaviour. He observes the orange-haired human and the woman beside him squabble their issues while the maiden stands there with her usual fake laughter. The demon scowls at the sight, audibly approaching Orihime's table. Upon arrival he interrupts them by forcefully placing himself between Orihime and her crush. The ironic feeling of loathing evoked great displeasure towards the Soul Reaper. To prevent his stare from killing him, the demon hid a grim frown.
Firstly he addresses the auburn-haired teen, his voice like steel. "Our manager seeks an audience with you. Go. I will serve this table in your absence." He told her this staring at Ichigo. No—he was practically glaring at him.
Dazed and confused, Orihime blinks to assess the situation. Mari was not there and they both knew this. His commanding profile is sharp, words camouflaged to steady Orihime's nerves from having an emotional breakdown. Ulquiorra's reasonable observation leaves her at a loss for words.
The emotionless male pierces Ichigo a silent stare. "Go. Don't have her waiting." His glance met her brown orbs whispering words for only their ears alone. "I have no intentions of repeating myself."
What a frightening stare. "I-I understand." She bows, quickly trotting away.
Tearing away from Orihime's retreating figure, Ulquiorra faces Rangiku, his command leaving her with a larger frown she had worn earlier. "You can take their orders now."
Orihime's surrounding turns black, dim street lights casting little illumination as she ganders an eye towards her journey home. The clouded, comforting jaded moon keeps her company, her thoughts clustered, expression holding unimaginable grief.
What I'm I doing? The question involuntarily emerges causing the teen to ponder the subject.
Crestfallen by her rival's close contact with the man she had ever liked affected her work conduct. Jin, noting her uncanny behaviour, sent her home earlier than her appointed shift. Thankfully his moral attitude was cynical, voice genuine—almost soothing and full of concern. A thought invades her mind adding a bit of guilt to the female's conscious. Would these unrequited feelings be returned after confessing her heart to him? Would these bitter emotions erase after understanding how he truly feels? Orihime grips her chest as her heart flutters uneasily. If Kurosaki-kun rejects me…how do I rid of these feelings for him?
An instant image of Ulquiorra comes to view. Orihime blinks at the unexpected memory of him.
Although a man of few words he detects Orihime's vile position with little effort. The gesture made her…happy. Unknowingly the sadness to her face vanishes, a smile becoming natural. For some reason Ulquiorra seemed like her guardian angel. His kind impression now leaves her with a steady resolve. The corners of her mouth lifts, as the colour pink tints her cheeks. I'll gift him something as a token of my appreciation. Why didn't she think of this sooner?
As the maiden's mind strays her feet slowed to a stop. As if her last step caused it, a sinister breeze brushes against her skin. Everything was a blur now. A blinding mist blocks her pathway home, the only thing left unseen being a shadowed figure mere inches from her. The shadow shimmy along at a slow pace, their height increasing by each step. Unable to discern the semblance, Orihime peeks closer. Gradually the mists dissolves, revealing an apparition figure peering down at her.
Orihime holds a breath, the inhumane image far-fetched to intake. Her skin immediately pales, her body unresponsive to flee. The beast physique resembled that of a human. Its face disguised by a bleached mask had a vivid well-built torso with arms like crimson. From the hips down is a long whip-like tail with a pointed tip enough to cut. A black pattern traced its way up its dorsal accompanied with a large hole at the middle of its chest. Strong winds sways its jet black hair as the darkness emphasize bloodshot orbs. The beast steps forward devouring Orihime's courage with a roar so great causing her to cower in fear.
As if reading her thoughts the beast reaches for Orihime, both hands like giant needles cupping her cheek. She flinches, blood draining her face. Reflexively Orihime shuts her eyes anticipating its murderous touch, praying that all this was just a dream. Her mind clouds as the giant breathes a small whisper.
A whisper of her name.
The beast speaks eyeing her anomalistic conduct. "Have you forgotten my voice? It's me can't you tell?"
What? How did this thing know her name?This startling conviction made her heart sink further as the monster speaks further.
"That makes me sad Orihime." Its ragged voice hints dejection, almost frustrated by her lack of response. "How could you…" The claws pressing against her cheek were now gripping her shoulders digging the skin. It lifts her from the ground, large hands now clutching her body. A clawed thumb presses her larynx. Her lungs attempt for oxygen failing by the second.
Without warning a cast away memory of him re-appears.
An image of her brother, Inoue Sora.
The auburn-haired female rejects the thought. How can she compare a raging beast to the warmth of her brother's love? Neglecting the idea she reverts consideration to the situation at hand. A position of her now facing off with a non-existent creature. Her eyes shuts as additional pressure applies to her throat. Her willpower grows puissant combatting the urge to drift to a comatose state. Her body grows limp as the last ounce of air leaves her lips, lethargic tears straying down her cheek. Abruptly the constraint to her neck alleviates her body cold as she hits the ground. Accompanied by this the beast roars, scurrying out of sight. Breathless Orihime examines the area, cautiously regaining steady footing. Again the mist blocks her vision lifting the fears of having her breath out of reach. A green light covers the darkness subsequently; emanating an air of intense peril.
Orihime swallows as another silhouette appears. As the mist gradually dissolves, an aileron shadow catches her sight. Submerged by moonlight the opaque figure becomes translucent, everything glowing pale blue. An eye shot away was the form of a human—well, barely human. The figure has its back turned from her—viewing large raven bat like wings. Its waist, arms and legs dyed in ebony was covered in fur, fingers and feet resembling talons. With a blanched chest and ears protruding atop its head a long, thin whip like tail sways dangerously. Searching for words her gaze lingers; her body rooted to the spot overwhelmed by confusion and fear. Transfixed by this unfamiliar creation Orihime detects sudden body movement; her body skipping several beats a minute. It side-glanced the maiden with a sharp gaze, eyes golden with unyielding resentment.
With folded arms he ensures his presence unseen, blending with the depths of the night. The unexpected change of events unfolding before his very eyes leaves him bemused. Sighing audibly the individual roughly passes a frustrated hand through his unkempt wavy brown hair. Beside him a young female places a hand to her hips, a smirk of mischief lacing her lips.
She glances her partner lightly nudging his shoulder. "What strange turn of events we got here, huh Starrk."
Disinterested the man by the name Starrk simply yawns, his hand now scratching his cranium. "So it seems. What a pain in the ass."
"I came here out of curiosity, but this is rather—unusual. Why would Aizen order us to send that hollow to attack the girl when we could have easily done so?"
Starrk grazes his goatee probably pondering weighty matters of his own. "Our purpose was solely to report the outcome of these circumstances and await his next command." As boredom seeps in the male withdraws his stay any further. "We're done here Lilynette."
"Hmm…" She skims the scene once more before retreating with her fellow counterpart. "I can never comprehend his next move. However," She exposes an impish grin before returning to pitch darkness. "…I'm itching to find out."
Cliff-hanger, sorry I really tried not to make one xD At least you know who spies for Aizen. Bet you the least person you'd think would be Starrk XD
Gah at times like these I really wish I can trade places with Orihime... T_T
By all means feel free to comment! I welcome them all! :D
Until next chappie!~ ;)