Hueco Mundo Group - Ulquiorra Cifer - 3:32 PM, July 22
The rest of the day passed fairly smoothly. Grimmjow was in a good mood, so there were no irritating - albiet entertaining - arguments with Luppi. They only had to defeat one more group, and then they would be proclaimed the victors. Then they could go home and things would be as they always were.
It was rather nice, now that he thought about it.
1:32 AM, July 23
Just kill one.
She didn't know where the voice had come from, but it had come from somewhere and she would listen to it. It was a good idea, to just kill one. She didn't know why. Just that it was. She didn't know which one she would kill. Perhaps the thin golden-eyed one with the braid. Perhaps the one with the large green eyes. Perhaps the tall one with the spoon for a head. Perhaps the blue-haired one with an amazing physique.
Or perhaps the girlish one.
The girlish one reminded her of someone, but she couldn't remember who. It was someone that she knew she knew, but she couldn't remember quite who. It was like that a lot now. She couldn't quite remember anybody, even herself. She was a mystery to herself.
But the killing. The killing of the girlish one with pretty purple eyes that reminded her so much of someone else. Someone else that she'd argued with and contemplated killing many times - jokingly, probably, she thought, maybe. But she had a blade that could be used for killing, and she could use it to kill the girlish one.
The girlish one had been keeping watch with the blue-haired one. The blue-haired one was sleeping. All of the others were sleeping. It was like the fates wanted her to kill the girlish one. He was the only one awake, but he looked tired and not-too-strong. She had found out that she was quite strong, if she wanted to be. She rarely wanted to be, but at the moment she did. She wanted to be strong more than anything at the moment.
The girlish one saw her when she stepped out of the shadows - she'd been following the group from afar for almost... for a long time. This was the first time any of them had seen her, or so she thought. She figured. She was probably right, unless she was wrong. Did that make sense?
Of course it didn't make sense.
The girlish one demanded to know what she was doing in a shrill, almost terrified voice. The girlish one had a sword like she did, except his had a pink hilt compared to her red.
She attacked him. Oddly, the noise they were making didn't wake the others. Even the blue-haired one, who wasn't sleeping all that far away, simply made a noise and curled into a ball, like a cat. She half-expected him to have a tail.
The girlish one demanded to know her name and business again in the same shrill voice. She decided that answering his question wasn't important and she simply continued to attack. Her sword clanged against his and he was driven back. He didn't seem to be fighting back.
All the easier for her, then.
With a move she didn't know she had, the boy's sword was out of his hand and he screamed. She wondered why; she hadn't even hurt him.
Then she realized that the boy's friend's were stirring. She stabbed him in the stomach and ran, not paying attention to her surroundings.
Hueco Mundo Group - Luppi Antenor - 1:39 AM, July 23
It hadn't worked and now he was in pain, and the pain was horrible and he could see the blood staining his white uniform and he could feel the pain but he couldn't really believe it, he couldn't die, all the others could die, they were just extras in The Luppi Antenor Story. But he was the main character, goddammit, he couldn't die.
The pain was still there, still sharp, and that somehow made it easier to think. And it made it easier for him to come to the conclusion that he was most certainly going to die.
But he couldn't, he couldn't die, what about his life, what about finishing high school and going to college, fuck, he was only going to be a sophomore this year! That wasn't enough time.
"Put him out of it!" he heard someone - Ggio Vega, by the sound of it - call. Ggio Vega sounded sick. Luppi coughed, pain seizing his lower body again. There was blood, goddammit he was coughing up blood.
It was Grimmjow that did the honors, in the end, it was Grimmjow, his beautiful perfect Grimmjow that killed him.
Hueco Mundo Group - Grimmjow Jeagerjaquez - 1:42 AM, July 23
For some reason, Luppi's death saddened him. He didn't know why. He still hated the little prick, but dying... that's why he'd killed him. Because he looked in too much pain to bear, too much pain for even any of them to bear to look at.
He felt another stab of sympathy for the dead boy, but pushed it away. Now they could win.
Seireitei Group - Shuhei Hisagi - 7:30 AM, July 23
"Well, let's head out!" Kaien said. His voice was almost sickeningly, falsely cheerful. He wasn't the only one that was putting on a front. Yumichika was even bouncier than usual - though that maybe wasn't a front, he hadn't been fond of Rangiku - and Renji laughed at everything anyone said between coughs.
Oh yeah, there was another thing that was going wrong. Renji had somehow gotten sick. And now they would all die and the other team would win. Watch, they'd catch Renji's random illness and die from that. Wouldn't that be pathetic?
They walked along for a while, mostly in silence, apart from Renji's coughs. Yumichika bounded ahead of them, whistling a pretty tune.
Suddenly he stopped. "Uh-oh..." he said.
Shuhei left Renji with Kaien and rushed up to the narcissist's side. Yumichika was standing in front of a pit teeming with snakes. Snakes that were slithering over the body of a dead Rangiku.
Death Count: 16
A bit better than last chapter, no? Cx
Anyway, I hope you enjoyed, have a nice week, et cetera. Oh, the next chapter will be the final chapter with the showdown between Hueco Mundo and Seireitei. :D Hooray!
I Write Like says this chapter was written like... Stephen King!
[I just found that immensely cool.]