Chaputa: Jyu San
"So how was your little play time with Hall-chan?" A voice that had that false happiness that was thick with sarcasm. Tilting his head slightly, his gaze held by the figures that were around him, even next to him had his attention.
"You don't need to know."
Raising a brunette eyebrow at the words that were holding acid, Aizen chuckled slightly. "I think it is. She is the target after all. Or have you forgotten about that?"
"No." Grimmjow hissed, reminding the three ex-shinigami that he didn't enjoy their company. Narrowing his eyes, seeing the mud brown ones staring at him still, wanting him to say more. He didn't though. He wouldn't tell that damn shinigami what he had going through his mind.
Tilting his head some more, seeing Tôsen readying himself to show his dislike for the sky blue haired espada, he smiled a little more. "That won't be necessary Tôsen. Grimmjow's just being hard as always."
"What do you want us to do now? I think we should just gut her like a swine that she is." Nnoitora purred at the thought of the bloodshed that he wanted to cause. That twitch in his hand, wanting to touch his Santa Teresa, he smiled.
"That's not part of the plan. We will get her and use her. One way or another she'll be a good little addition since she is already displaying her true nature. As soon as those markings of hers extend across her entire little pretty face, then we'll act. Until then, we'll have Grimmjow keep an eye on her. Won't you Jaegerjaques?" Aizen explained once more, reminding everyone what their true objective was.
"What's going on with her anyway? What's with those lines?" Grimmjow questioned as he narrowed his eyes. Deep down he was slightly afraid of what the answer would be for his questions.
Putting his hands together by linking his fingers, Aizen looked over at Gin who was still grinning like a fool and sighed. "She's special. That's all."
With that, everyone was dismissed. Even as the cool air that the night was giving him, Grimmjow still felt like killing something. Deep down – even if he had no heart – he didn't want to do this. It seemed wrong to him. He just wanted to have fun, fight, and fight more.
As he carried himself to the door, ignoring the breeze that passed through his hair lightly, he stopped himself from walking around. Looking around for anything that would pass as a stress reliever, he narrowed his blue eyes at nothing.
It had to be a stupid thing to ask her as his date, even if it was a deal kind of asking. It seemed pointless since the dance would only cause tension. He already knew that so why even throw it? Shaking his head to get the thoughts out of his mind, Jaegerjaques hissed in annoyance.
One of the stupid objectives was to get her to reach her potential, as if she was some kind of experiment that he was performing on people. That deep down side of him that didn't show its head because the other side of him dominated that weak side knew that he shouldn't be going along with it.
"Dammit! Why doesn't this have to be so damn complicated!"
A short chapter but it gives a little insight as to what is going to happen. Please review. If you have any ideas, I'm willing to look them over and see if they'll fit.