Well, hello there, long time no see.
Unfortunately, I've been swamped with work. I've done most of my coursework now, really just art exam prep left. Now though I've got revision to do. I've GCSEs next month, which are like important exams in the UK, so I'm revising most days with my mates.
But not a particular someone who's far too busy gallivanting off in Sicily with her Classics friends to spend time with her beloved peeps. Hmmph... like I care...
But revision means that things may continue to be a bit slow, I humbly apologise. Can you ever forgive me? Wahhh! Probably not! I'm a useless person. Shameful!
Chapter 10: A journey begins
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"Hope I'm not interrupting anything."
With the appearance of the man in the doorway all commotion immediately halted. The piercing eyes gazed across the room, inspecting each of the occupants in turn. Finally, they settled on Amaya and seemed to remain there for a few seconds.
Amaya shivered.
"Well this is a surprise, seeing you here," Stark muttered absent-mindedly. The interrupter's stare slowly shifted from Amaya and onto the Espada. "Aizen-sama."
A small smile slid its way across Aizen's features and Amaya thought he might chuckle.
He did not.
"I was just inspecting how the lesson was coming along." He spoke softly, yet his voice held the kind of power that only some serious echo-work could. "You are all causing quite a ruckus it seems."
"It's his fault!" Grimmjow yelled hurriedly before pointing a single accusing finger at Ulquiorra.
"I doubt that very much, Grimmjow." Aizen said calmly while smiling at the sixth Espada. Grimmjow gulped under the threatening look he was receiving from his superior. Placidly, Aizen began walking across the room and towards the back row of desks. He stopped beside one in particular. "Barragan, if you would be so kind"
The old man grumbled something under his breath before standing. Amaya thought she heard the words 'I don't know, youths today...' but under the creaking sounds of his bones as he moved, she could not be certain. Aizen promptly sat in Barragan's empty chair and Amaya winced when she heard the cracking of bones as the old guy plopped down on the floor.
"Please," Aizen spoke up again, "continue."
Not surprisingly, the rest of the lesson was completed without a single word spoken from anyone other than 'Ulquiorra-sensei'.
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It had been a pleasant afternoon in Hueco Mundo when Aizen was spontaneously called away from his urgent tea-drinking and evil-plotting business.
The sky was dark. The moon was bright. Even the white sand seemed to glow against the pitch background.
It was truly a shame that Aizen had to be pulled away from the marvellous view in favour of more important matters, but what the bladder wants, the bladder gets.
Drinking that much tea really did play havoc with his parasympathetic nervous system.
Therefore, on this fine Hueco Mundo afternoon, it was slightly more than an inconvenience for Aizen to forget where the bathroom was.
He was checking behind every door in the immense tower of his new home for this prized room, when he quite accidentally stumbled across a rather peculiar sight. He immediately put on his scary face.
"Hope I'm not interrupting anything."
And thus was the story of how Aizen learned to hold it in.
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"Are you absolutely positive this is what they wear?"
"Yep."
Amaya stared into the long mirror before her and examined the reflection staring right back. She could practically feel Gin's eyes burning into her back as he watched her scrutiny at the 'human world ensemble' he had so kindly picked out for her.
"Completely?"
"Yep."
Amaya narrowed her eyes at the looking-glass. Surely this couldn't be right.
It wasn't as if she hated the outfit completely. She had to admit the gold colour of the shirt did bring out the amber tint in her green eyes. Apart from that, however, there were several flaws with the clothes that she definitely did not agree with.
To put it bluntly - too low, too high, too short.
She wouldn't have had a problem with the silk shirt at all if it wasn't for the fact that it was so unbelievably tight that she couldn't even manage to fasten the top three buttons; revealing a nice section of flesh that she would rather have kept concealed. She was scared that if she tried to breathe it would simply pop open.
The dark pleated skirt could have also been something she would have considered wearing, if it had actually been more than a belt. Which it was not.
And that wasn't even starting on the thigh high socks and ankle boots.
Amaya's face suddenly fell as a thought occurred to her. Her dead-pan eyes looked over her shoulder in the mirror.
"You did this on purpose, didn't you?"
An innocent look crossed Gin's face in a completely inconspicuous way.
"I gave ya a choice." He replied in a don't-blame-me sort of voice. "If ya don't like tha', ya can always change."
He held up the other option he had offered Amaya in her choice of outfits and Amaya swiftly turned around as anger contorted her face. Flames of rage sprouted up from her feet and smoke collected above her head.
"They're not even clothes!" she yelled fiercely, pointing at the very small, lacy shreds of fabric Gin was holding. His smile never faltered.
"Don't mean they wouldn't look good on ya."
The flames sizzled slightly before Amaya forced herself to take a deep breath and they started to die down somewhat. Her eyes narrowed at Gin.
"I think I'm going to stick with these, thank you." She said plainly.
"Ok" Gin announced far too happily.
Amaya blinked.
Was that... a trap?
"Why do you have to be such a sly bastard all the time?" she grumbled at the ground as she turned back to the mirror. Her eyes widened as she felt too slithery hands creep around her waist from behind.
"Coz I know ya like it." Gin's whispering breath tickled Amaya's ear as he spoke, sending shivers down her spine. This only proved Gin's words to be correct and she could see the grin pasted onto his dangerously close lips in the mirror's image. Damn that grin. Damn it straight to hell.
"Enjoying yourself as usual, I take it?"
It took Amaya a moment to register that there was someone else in the room who had spoken. She was so wrapped up in her own deliciously tasty world to even notice that they had entered. However, this presence was blatantly obvious when she found Gin's serpentine arms had suddenly evaporated from around her waist and her whole body fell face-first onto the impossibly hard floor.
Gin did not offer to help her up.
"Kana-kun! What a surprise!" he instead announced as he walked towards their guest. He didn't even bother to turn his head and simply check that Amaya hadn't cracked her skull open and died.
A slight pout was on Amaya's dejected face as she got to her feet.
"Ichimaru, I am only here to inform you that the Garganta has been prepared for Silbido and she is to leave immediately." Tousen told Gin, the hatred clear in his tone.
"Wow, Kana-kun, ya didn't say justice once in tha' sentence! Ya must be goin' through puberty or somin'."
From the lines on Tousen's forehead, it was apparent that he was attempting to narrow his eyes behind the visor. Without dignifying Gin's mocking with a response, he simply turned and started floating out of the room. When he was quite a way away, Amaya swore she heard a solitary word uttered out of his mouth.
'Justice."
Amaya giggled.
"I'd better be going then, hadn't I?" she said lightly after the giggles has ceased. She had only taken a couple of steps past Gin on her voyage to the door when she was stopped.
"Jus' a sec, Maya-kun."
"What do-" the question was caught on Amaya's lips and couldn't take off as she felt Gin's body heat once again emanating against her back.
"Jus' want ta complete yar outfit for ya." He whispered into her ear. Amaya felt a light pressure around her neck, which soon vanished, and Gin's hands rested upon her shoulders. She instinctively reached a hand up to see what was happening. Her fingers were met with the soft touch of a thin slice of material.
"What is it?" she whispered back, her fingers stroking the ribbon around her neck.
"Oh, nothin'."
Amaya held in the gasp that was threatening to escape at the feeling of Gin's breathing against her throat. She failed when Gin made his next move.
"Did-" she stuttered disbelievingly, "Did you just lick me?"
"Well, ya jus' looked so tasty then."
"Ichimaru-sama, I have to go..." she let out not at all whole-heartedly.
Gin's body heat vanished from behind her.
He appeared in front of her, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Oh yeah!" he smiled at her. "Well, see ya, Maya-kun!"
Amaya only grumbled as she skulked out of the room and away from a happily waving Gin.
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One conclusion had been formulated, without any hesitation on the subject, by few Arrancar. The reason the numbers to have come to this conclusion were so low was purely because few had had the chance to come to such a conclusion. For surely, if they had been given the chance, not only many, but indeed most, of the Arrancar population would believe in this very same conclusion. In fact it would take the bravest of arrancar to deny that this simple conclusion was true, and then they would be most likely lying. This conclusion was pure and simple fact.
Gigai were itchy.
At first Amaya had been too distracted by Gin's feeble excuses for clothing to really notice. It had been strangely uncomfortable, but she hadn't been particularly aware of the itchiness.
Now, however, while standing in the middle of a large empty room, save for a very silent Tousen observing in the corner, there was nothing to distract her from the onslaught of scratching desires.
The feeling was not a pleasant one.
"Silbido," Tousen finally decided to speak up from his little corner which, as soon as arriving in Las Noches, he had 'justified'. Just what the 'justifying' process involved no one knew, and no one liked to guess. "You are not to deter from your task. That is final. To do so would be incurring something completely..."
Amaya waited for it.
"... non-justice."
Amaya nodded her head in understanding.
"Then you may leave."
"Yes sir." The words had barely left her mouth before a large ripping sound erupted from the air and a great black abyss appeared from nowhere before her.
Amaya gulped.
She stepped through.
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From the shadows of a narrow alleyway somewhere in downtown Tokyo, two eyes watched expectantly.
It was sometime after one in the morning he estimated and the small patch of green which he was looking out on was deserted in the dark. It wasn't likely that anyone would come to this tiny park area at this time of night. If anyone did, then they would probably be stone drunk anyway and no one would believe their tale.
That was the main reason why Aizen had chosen this spot out of the many possibilities.
Another was the nature of Tokyo itself.
In this city of businessmen and women, celebrities, housewives, school children, unruly youths, drunks, the homeless, and plain freaks, you could do virtually anything and just be classified as 'another one of those-'. The people were so diverse that even someone who hadn't stepped foot in this very world for centuries could go unnoticed.
It was therefore a perfect setting for a lone invasion.
The dark new moon cast no shadow and the only light source was that from a single yellow street lamp, the flickering luminosity shimmering across the surface of the old fountain. He guessed the stone at the bottom of the water hadn't been cleaned in years and that a nice thick layer of scum currently rested there. The thought was one that made him smile, for he knew what was about to occur.
Sure enough, as if hearing his silent thoughts, the now familiar tearing sound echoed through the deserted the park.
It cut short.
Silence.
Then, of course...
Splash!
"Argh! So not cool!"
Quietly, as to not be noticed from the alleyway, Gin giggled.
Amaya raised a sodden arm out from the murky liquid she had so gracefully smashed into and picked a piece of dead leaf off of her skin. From the look on her face, Gin guessed that she was not amused.
His grin widened.
Slowly, Amaya stood. She slipped a couple of times, only succeeding in getting more covered in the slop than before, before actually managing the giant achievement of climbing out of the death trap fountain.
"Why me?" she mused to herself.
Gin had an answer to that question, but didn't quite feel like divulging it to her at the present time.
Amaya ran a hand through the long tresses of her crimson hair and her face contorted in disgust at the sopping tangles. She must have decided that they would only get in the way, for she then gathered them together and tied them up in a band at the back of her head, locks still covering the right side of her face and a few rowdy strands on the left. She looked down to inspect her saturated clothes.
Gin also looked.
He felt even more pleased about his choice now that they were clinging nicely to her form. He truly was a genius of fashion.
"No way! That's not what I heard!"
Amaya's head snapped up at the voices now heading towards her.
"Well you heard wrong, didn't you?!"
Amaya looked around her, in search of somewhere to run or hide.
"Pfft, I heard better than you, dumbass!"
Amaya wasn't acting fast enough.
"Who're you calling a dumbass?!"
Gin watched.
"Who d'you thi-"
Too late.
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I wanted to make this one longer, but I ran out of juice. Sorry bout that, better than nothing I suppose.
The parasympathetic nervous system is what is signalled when your bladder gets stretched in order to tell the detrusor muscle to contract, making you pee.
Oh yeah, before I forget, someone (sorry cant remember who) drew an awesome pic of Amaya for me! YAYAY! I feel loved! Anyway, the links on my profile, as is the link to my DeviantART where a new pic of Amaya should be appearing some time in the future. I've been working on it for ages... well, when I say work I mean five minutes then 3 days rest... only got to redo the outlines now so should be up soon, if I can force my brother to get his lazy arse off the main comp for ten minutes.
OMG Vampire Knight anime out! Tis awesomeness. Vampires rule. I vaant to suck your blaaad!
Another reason this one took forever to get out is that I've been a bit distracted with manga. I got another 3 volumes of Gravitation off Amazon and read them super quickly since I love them to bits. I've also been reading Let Dai, no one I know seems to have heard of it, but it is now among my faves...
Ok seriously rambling now
Is it wrong to fancy Baron from the cat returns? My brother says it is...
Life can be good
Life can be bad
But not having reviews
Is what makes me sad