Sanura hated not being able to use her arms.
However, she had perfected the art of eat with no hands with a variety of foods.
Thankfully, her arms would be healed in three days and she could return to normal.
Sanura nudged the door open with her hip, before stepping into Grimmjow's temporary residence.
"Morning, Grimmy." She grinned down at the teal haired man.
"You'd better have come to rescue me, dammit." He warned.
"Um, maybe?" She shrugged. "How's your wounds?"
"I'm sorry!" Pantera whirled in, tears comically streaking down his face.
"Oh, god." Grimmjow slammed his head into the wall behind him. "Here we go again."
"So, what's happened while I've been out?" The former-Espada asked, tugging on a strand of Sanura's hair.
"Well, Kazeshini broke both my arms." She nodded down to her bandaged limbs.
"That son-of-a-bitch!" Grimmjow yelled.
They were silent several moments.
"Who's Kazeshini?"
"He's Hisagi-san's zanpakuto." Sanura chuckled.
"Jeagerjaques-san," Isane poked her head in. "Time to check your bandages."
Grimmjow groaned, rolling onto his back and pulling off his shirt.
"What don't like pretty females fawning over you?" Sanura teased.
Isane glanced in her direction, flushing.
"Captain Aizen," She stammered. "I-i didn't notice you there."
"It's alright." Sanura smiled to the taller woman.
"Captain Aizen?" Isane shuffled over once she was done with Grimmjow. "May I ask what happened to your arms?"
"They got broken."
"Yes, but how?" Isane rubbed her arm.
"One of the zanpakuto broke them." She stood with a little difficulty.
"May I take a look?" Isane moved forward with glowing hands, not giving the teen a chance to deny.
"One of my Espada has already healed them to the best of his ability." Sanura supplied. "I was told they'd be healed in a few days."
"I see. Have a nice day, Captain Aizen." Isane bowed and then left the room.
Grimmjow cracked his neck and then stood.
"Can we get back?" He asked. "I want to sleep in my bed."
-;-
"You know where Yama-jii is? Are you sure?" Shunsui asked the cat-like woman.
"No, it's just the place he's most likely to be." Yoruichi shook her head, drawing a foot up under her. "By which I mean, I found his new reitsu there."
Sanura found a place next to the woman.
It was by chance that she had run into the small group, and she had sent Grimmjow back to the barracks with Ichigo.
The two had been bickering as they left.
"Hm," Shunsui rubbed his chin.
"What should we do?" Ukitake asked.
"I'm tired of waiting for them to attack us. I'm not the type to wait either." Shunsui replied.
"Ken-chan, let's go! Let's go!" Zaraki's pink-haired lieutenant tugged on the back of his haori, pulling herself to look over his shoulder. "Let's go look for the old grandpa! Okay!?"
"This ain't hide-and-seek." He scolded, not bothering to turn around. "Hey!"
Yoruichi turned.
"There'll be people for me to fight if I go, right?" Kenpachi asked.
"Yeah. There should be." The golden-eyed woman responded with a smirk. "Just make sure you don't nail the Sui-taicho by mistake."
"That old fart wouldn't die if I whacked him by accident." Kenpachi snorted.
"Well? Are you going as well?" Yoruichi stood, addressing Shunsui and Ukitake. Both nodded.
"What about you, Sanura-chan?"
"You're kidding, right?" Sanura snorted. "I'm staying here. I can't do anything useful with my broken arms, so I'll only get in the way."
"So, it's decided then." Yoruichi stood. "Kenpachi, Shunsui, Ukitake, and I will rescue Yamamoto-Sui-Taicho."
"Take Ichigo with you." Sanura spoke up, also standing. "Let me know how he preforms."
"Nani?" Shunsui frowned.
"Well, it's about time I figure out which seats to give people. Ichigo is the only one I haven't figured out yet."
"Ah." The man nodded.
"We'll leave you in charge of the Seireitei until we return." Ukitake smiled as she set off for her barracks.
-;-
Harribel watched everything that transpired with curiosity.
'What an interesting situation to be in.' She thought watching Grimmjow argue with his Pantera.
Her thoughts turned to Tiburón.
The zanpakuto had yet to reshow herself, and Harribel was not looking forward to fighting her.
Ulquiorra hadn't even seen his own zanpakuto, nor had Starrk, and Nnoitra was just itching to find Santa Teresa.
The blond strode quietly out of the barracks, and down the road to the lake not far from her new home.
Harribel wouldn't mind being turned into a Shinigami, so long as she was alive.
As the former-Tres sat along the edge of the dock, a reitsu similar to her own caught the blond's attention.
She turned her turquoise eyes to the surface of the lake, leaping back seconds later when a woman exploded out.
"I didn't expect to see you here." Tiburón hissed, flexing her arms.
Harribel nodded.
"Well, now we can continue our fight." The silver-haired woman laughed.
"I suppose we could." Harribel sighed, eyes closing briefly. "Will you not return to your sheath?"
"Oh, please. Stop wasting your breath." She snorted, water bubbling up her arm. "If you want me back, you'll have to beat me. We both know that isn't going to happen...So, prepare to die."
Harribel pulled her useless zanpakuto from it's sheath, and quickly fired a Cero.
"You're going to play dirty, hm?" Tiburón laughed. "Herviendo."
Harribel ducked, spinning and muttering several choice words she had picked up from Grimmjow, Nnoitra and Sanura.
"What is it that you desire?" The blond asked the yellow clad woman. "What are your instincts?"
"You've lost the meaning of sacrifice, woman." Tiburón snarled. "That's your aspect of death. It should be engraved into you soul, but it's not!"
"I see."
"No, you don't!" Tiburón yelled, lunging forward.
"What is sacrifice then?" Harribel asked calmly, dodging the other woman's frenzied swings.
"To obtain, something of equal value must be lost. That is the law of equivalent exchange. Sacrifice is worlds apart from your feeble attempts. Sacrifice means you must give up something close to your heart. You have no choice. There is nothing you can do about it. What you did in the War was not sacrifice. You wept for those you lost. That is weakness. It was shameful, a disgrace to you and the Espada."
"I have given up everything. You can't tell me that I haven't sacrificed. I lost my Fraccion. I lost my home. I even lost my life. And yet you have the audacity to tell me that I have lost the meaning of sacrifice?" Harribel snarled.
The two glared at each other for several long minutes, until Harribel hefted her sword.
"I have cast aside my feelings in order to fulfil that aspect of death. It has made me discard any feelings I may have for those around me, both new and old friends, and.." here she paused, unsure of what she was about to say. "I even ignored my own heart when it was telling me that I loved someone who I'd always taken for granted."
Tiburón gaped. "Barragan!?"
"No!" Harribel looked equally as horrified as her zanpakuto. "He's gross!"
"Oh, thank god." The silver-haired woman sighed, pressing a hand to her chest in relief.
"You of all people should know. You're a piece of my soul." Harribel stated suddenly, back to being more composed. "If you haven't realized it yet, than you have fallen farther into this matter of hypnosis than I have thought."
"Hypnosis? What the fuck are you talking about?" The woman looked confused, shifting so the rings on her shirt clacked together.
"You do not know." Harribel looked amused. "Very well. I shall remove you from this state."
Harribel lifted her hollow short-sword, and gave Tiburón a determined look.
The sword suddenly blazed with yellow reitsu, narrowing and lengthening.
The two watched it in interest.
"It seems that I have obtained what is known as a shikai." Harribel twisted the hollow broadsword around. "According to Grimmjow and Cero-sama, this means that I've begun to beat you."
"Not possible!" Tiburón hissed, lifting her lip in a snarl.
Harribel strode forward, steadily speeding up until she was running.
She and Tiburón met with a large bang, throwing up water in the lake.
Their fight occupied the spot beside the lake for several minutes, but Harribel slowly pushed Tiburón back until the zanpakuto was knee-deep in the water.
"And here is where you will die." Harribel drew her sword through the air twice, once to relieve Tiburón of her arm, and the other to kill her.
Harribel's zanpakuto dissolved into yellow reitsu, and the former-Espada's new broadsword impaled itself into the ground.
"How pathetic."
Harribel turned, observing the newcomer.
He had pale skin, and wore no clothing. However, his legs were covered in black fur and a long sharp tail swished behind him. Enormous black bat wings spread slightly, to keep the man's balance as a gust of wind ripped through the tree he stood in.
The man's forearms were coated in black, and his expressionless green eyes were narrowed. Two large horns spiralled from the top of his head from his spiky shoulder-length black hair.
"Who are you?" Harribel asked.
"I am Murceilago. I am a zanpakuto." He glanced over at Tiburón. "You are a pathetic excuse for a zanpakuto. I will never surrender to my own former master."
The man spread his bat wings, leaping into the sky and soaring out of sight.
-;-
"Are you quite done?" Santa Teresa asked, one pair of arms crossed, the other two propped on her hips.
"-fucking bitch! I'll cut off your-" Nnoitra continued ranting, arms flailing.
"Apparently not." She sighed, lifting one of her hands and examining her nails in boredom.
-;-
Szayel blinked.
And blinked again.
And blinked again.
And blinked again.
And blinked again.
"I see." The pink-haired man pushed up his glasses. "Very well then. We will have ourselves a competition."
"A competition?" The zanpakuto crossed her arms over her large chest. "Such a perfect being such as myself will easily win."
"As if." Szayel smirked, moving to an empty table in his lab. "This will be your table. We will see who can infiltrate Mayuri Kurotsuchi's computers faster, and blow up his mainframe."
"Very well." The woman nodded, long pink hair splashing against her pale purple torso.
Szayel studied the woman as he set up another computer.
She had long pink hair down to her waist, on the ends of which were large purple drops. Her low cut top exposed most of her breasts and the narrow purple waves on the top of them. A billowing purple skirt swept the floor, and from her shoulders sprouted two wing like extensions, which were grey in colour with red feathers. She had long purple nails and long sleeves, which draped over her fingers.
Szayel gracefully pulled up a chair and gestured for her to sit, which she did.
"Let me know when you are ready to begin." Szayel nodded to her, taking his own seat.
"Very well. Let us begin." She ran her fingers along the keyboard.
Szayel's amber eyes flickered across his screen a mile a minute, as did the amber eyes of his zanpakuto, Fornicaras.
Meanwhile...
Mayuri stared at his computer, watching as little green symbols appeared on the screen.
"Interesting, it would seem that I have a virus." The man hummed. "How unusual."
Faint traces of smoke began spilling from the large memory base, and moments later...
"It would seem my computer decided to implode." Mayuri twitched on the ground, scorched from head to toe.
Meanwhile...
"Well, it seems that we have finished our task at the same moment. Therefore, we have a draw."
"We do." Fornicaras nodded, rising from her chair and striding over to Szayel. "That you have matched my intelligence astounds me. I willingly surrender myself to you, partner."
Her form shimmered, shrinking into a sword that lowered onto Szayel's table.
He stretched his hand out, sliding the familiar sword into the empty sheath on his thigh.
-;-
Starrk yawned, propping his head up with one hand and lifting a shot of whiskey in the other.
The young girl across from him swore under her breath, lifting the liquor to her mouth and the two both downed it at the same time.
The girl had two short pigtails of brown hair, grey eyes, and her moccasins were tucked under her as she was seated in a cross-legged position. Around her neck was a pale grey fur collar, over her white midriff tank top. Her pants were skin-tight and dark blue. Around her waist was a thick brown leather belt and off it hung two holsters, each holding a pistol.
Starrk's eyes slid to the window of the bar, which they were seated beside.
"Is that...?" He frowned.
"What?" The girl looked out the window.
"I thought I saw Ulquiorra chasing a man with bat wings. Must have been my imagination." Starrk picked up another shot and waited for the girl to pick one.
"Hurry up." He urged. "I want to go to bed, Los Lobos."
"Alright. Alright. Don't get your panties in a twist." Los Lobos growled, picking a shot up.
Starrk and Los Lobos had been at this for several days now.
-;-
"Would you shut up already!?" Santa Teresa yelled, breaking her calm composure.
Nnoitra's mouth immediately snapped shut.
"Thank you." The woman smiled serenely. "I'm afraid that your ranting was giving me a headache."
A tick mark appeared in his forehead, but he wisely (for once) decided to keep his mouth shut.
"Now then," She continued, clasping all three pairs of her hands together. "Shall we return to our original topic?"
Nnoitra nodded.
"The reason I left you..." She trailed off, taking a deep breath. "WAS THAT IN ALL THOSE FUCKING YEARS YOU AND I WERE PARTNERS, YOU NEVER ONCE PAID ME ANY HYGENIC ATTENTION! DO YOU KNOW HOW FUCKING AWFUL IT IS TO BE COVERED IN BLOOD AND VARIOUS HOLLOW!? IT IS NOT PLEASANT, LET ME TELL YOU! OH, I'M SORRY, I FORGOT! YOU FUCKING MEN DON'T HAVE AN OUNCE OF FUCKING SENSE IN YOUR DAMN IDIODIC MINDS! BECAUSE YOU 'MACHO' MEN THINK IT'S COOL TO GO GOD KNOWS HOW LONG WITHOUT TAKING A BATH! AND DID YOU EVER ONCE THINK TO CLEAN ME!? YOU'RE EVER SO LOYAL ZANPAKUTO!? OF COURSE NOT, YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT THE WORD CLEAN IS!"
She snatched his hair and dragged him along the ground to the nearest mens bathhouse, ignoring stairs and dumped him into the nearest empty scalding bath.
She ignored his screams of protest, and the fleeing naked men behind her.
Her six arms grabbed soap, shampoo, and multiple sponges, and a rubber-duck, which she shoved into his large mouth to stifle his loud protests.
When Nnoitra finally managed to get a breath of air in, let's just say he the cleanest anyone had ever seen an Espada.
Ever.
Other than Charlotte Chuhlhourne, who nobody cared about or wanted to remember.
"Now, what did you learn today?"
Nnoitra ignored her, heaving for air on ground.
SR- Heeeeeey, wassup people?
Kurohane Ookami- [Dawwwwwww... Poor sakanade... XD Shinji amuses me greatly. So does Pantera. And Ichigo. And Sanura. Update soon or else.] Or else what? I'm just joking. Glad you're amused.
Topamgagktheretopangagk- [Well I found each chapter to be very funny and crazy at the same time! But next time you say that your chapters have romance in them make sure they have romance. Otherwise you just make yourself look bad...No offens...But keeping updating! :) ;) 3:}] Love takes time. It annoys me when I read a fic that automatically has the two characters loving each other. People like getting to know the love-interest first, then they start loving them. Unless you're my dear friend Kurohane Ookami, who's review is above. She gets the characters roaring drunk, and away they go. Anyway, this is sequel for The Cero Shinigami, and I'm planning to have Sanura fall in love with someone, but as you read, she's kind of busy at the moment...-laughs- I promise, though, once everyone isn't as busy, romance will appear in giant balloon hearts and chocolate.
Also, if you read the above response...
I'm also putting in several of my favourite pairings, see if you can guess some of them.
And probably by the next chapter, we'll have four new people joining in the fic. You all know one of them...
-grins-
But I'm not telling who it is.