Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach.
A/N: I'll have to come up with some way to make a reference to Aizen and Ichigo's most recent 'forms' in the manga without actually having it happen in this story, since it can't. The Findor/Charlotte fights went by pretty quick, but Barragan won't be as easy.
As a battle between father and son begins inside the cabin, Aizen and the others are holding their own against Findor and Charlotte...
"WACHACHACHACHACHACHA-"
Without even blinking, Gin whacked Charlotte Cuulhourne in the nose with his fighting stick as hard as he could. "What the hell are you doing?"
"I..." Charlotte coughed, "I was practicing a pre-fighting ritual. Avirama taught it to me. He said that by doing it, I can increase the chances of coming out victorious by as much as 30 percent!"
"...You actually believed that idiot? You're even dumber than he is!"
"Gah! You're...you're right! Oh, I'm such a fool! I've humiliated myself completely and utterly! It's almost as bad as the time I went skipping down the block in a speedo singing Lady Gaga songs because Ggio spiked my drink! That was a long explanation..." Charlotte got down on his knees and buried his face into his palms, weeping loudly.
"Don't worry. I won't make fun of you." Gin patted the sobbing transvestite on the shoulder.
Charlotte sniffled. "R-Really?"
"Yeah. Instead, I'll just kick your ass." Gin bonked Charlotte on the head, kneed him twice in the face, and then kicked him in the abdomen. Gin was enjoying himself a little too much. Matsumoto stood by and watched the spectacle unfurl, since Aizen, Kira and Ayon were busy taking care of Findor, who was surprisingly able to hold back all three of them. Tousen had gotten worried about Komamura so he ran back down the mountain to go and check on the young dog. None of them were taking these life-or-death fights very seriously.
"GRAAAAH! CUT IT OUT!" Sick and tired of taking such abuse for someone as beautiful as himself, Charlotte Cuulhourne flipped backwards onto his feet and swung his sword. Gin moved out of the way just in time as the tip of the blade sliced open his shirt. Matsumoto gasped.
"Gin! If you beat this guy, I'll let you wear the Justin Bieber shirt I purchased earlier today to replace that ruined one!"
"I'D RATHER DIE, WOMAN! Oh yeah, that reminds me, I bought you the new CD like you asked."
"Oh, Gin, you're always so good to me!"
"SHUT UP, YOU OBNOXIOUS LOVEBIRDS!" Charlotte screeched like a banshee screaming into a megaphone. Using Gin's momentary lapse of attention to his advantage, the purple-haired man prepared to bury his sword deep into his opponent's chest...when he was suddenly hit in the face by a different chest. Matsumoto's chest, that is.
The strawberry-blonde had run over to help save her boyfriend, but she accidentally tripped on an upturned tree root. For the first time her gigantic, juicy tits had done something for the good of humanity instead of hindering it like usually. She then jabbed Charlotte in the stomach with her taser at full power several times, sending waves of spine-tingling electricity throughout his body. She watched in childish glee as the mafia man's face twisted in agony. She kicked him once in the nuts and three times against his shins before letting him drop to the floor in a crumbled heap. Gin was rendered speechless but slightly amused. They were both sadists, after all, it seemed.
"Okay, now let's go get you that shirt!"
"I said I'm not wearing it!"
Matsumoto flashed the taser dangerously close to Gin's face. She wore a blank expression as she did this, although the darkness could easily be seen within.
"Uh...yeah, I guess I can wear it for a little while until we get back...if it'll make you take that thing out of my face..."
"Good! It has a big picture of his adorable face and everything!"
"Ugh...still, for some type of big-time mafia flunky, this guy was pathetic."
"I guess we were just lucky he was as big of an idiot as those other two guys."
"Yeah, I suppose so."
Meanwhile, at that same time, Findor was becoming increasingly irritated by the fact that he has failed to kill even one of these damn intruders so far. Aizen was jumping back and forth and in circles like a hyperactive ninny who forgot to take his medicine, Kira was dodging the incoming blows with little effort while making pointless remarks about his personal life, and Ayon was howling at the top of its lungs for no apparent reason. Findor couldn't take the stupidity much longer. He had already been punched three times and smacked by a fighting stick twice, and yet he was still unable to hit anyone. He knew he had to remain calm, but it was so difficult. He was just so angry.
"HOLD STILL, YOU WORTHLESS PIECES OF SHIT!" Findor was so upset that he could not focus his swings like before, and he just slashed randomly in the air with hopes of cutting something or someone in half. He looked over to Charlotte for help, but cursed when he saw the other man was already defeated. There was no way for them to win...no way...
"You're fighting with sticks and fists!" Findor took in a deep breath and bellowed, "I have a sword! A frickin' sword! Why won't you bastards die?"
"Hey, hey, I think you should calm down. It's not good to get so stressed; you could end up with an ulcer." Aizen warned.
"Be quiet! I...I will kill all of you! I won't let anyone harm the boss!"
"Why do you care about that guy anyway?" asked a puzzled Kira.
"Yeah," Aizen interjected, "From what Starrk told us, he's a big douche."
"Don't say that! Don't you ever say such insulting things about the man I respect the most! He took me in when no one else would! He's like a father to me!" If there was anything Findor hated more than losing, it was hearing insults aimed towards the boss of the Luisenbarn Mafia.
"Yeah? Well, he's Starrk's real father, and yet he would have his own family members killed if he thought they were worthless!"
"That's exactly why I am going to kill you three right here and now! Starting with the mullet-haired bitch!"
"WHY MUST IT ALWAYS BE ME WHO GETS PICKED ON...?"
Suddenly, there was a loud crash as the entire front wall of the shack came crashing down in front of Findor, Aizen and the others. The timber collided together and shards of bark and metal scattered about into the air. Everyone present stopped what they were doing and looked at the shocking scene. The motionless body of Starrk laid in the middle of the rubble, his face and chest drenched in his own blood. His beloved rifle was clenched tightly in his left hand despite the fact it had been snapped in two. Standing over him was his father, Barragan Luisenbarn. There was a tiny cut on the old man's cheek, but he had no other visible injuries aside from this.
Findor breathed a sigh of relief. "B...Boss..."
"Tch. Stupid brat. I gave you several chances to refill your ammunition with real bullets, but you never did it. Even though you claim to hate me, you can't even kill me. You're nothing but a lazy, foolish child. Whether you still live or not from this point on is of no concern to me. Just be glad that I felt a bit merciful today." Barragan snarled at his unconscious son before spitting upon him. He looked over at Charlotte, and saw him lying in a fetal position on the ground. He then turned his attention to Findor.
"Findor...you and Charlotte haven't killed any of the intruders?" he asked.
"I...I'm trying to, boss, but..."
"Findor. You're not like Starrk here; you have no problem with killing people or obeying my every order. All of these people should be dead already."
"I know, boss! I want nothing more than to please you! I would even die for you-"
"If that's how you feel, then go ahead and die already for being so useless in this dire situation."
"Huh?"
In an instant, the axe had vanished from Barragan's hand, and then Findor collapsed on his back. The curve of the giant weapon was now lodged deep into the upper-right of the blonde man's head. Blood gradually leaked out from the mortal wound and spilled over onto the grass, staining it bright crimson. No one could bring themselves to speak. Even Ayon had stopped its thunderous clamoring. Barragan swung his hand casually through the air, and his axe came hurtling back into his grasp. A small chain had been attached to the hilt of the axe long ago, allowing it to become a projectile weapon of sorts. Barragan took out a small cloth from his back-pocket and wiped off the small clump of blood, brains and flesh that was still clinging to the axe.
"Alright," Barragan looked incredibly menacing, his own visage comparable to the deadly Grim Reaper's, "It seems that I can no longer trust anyone but myself! I will kill you all and rebuild the Luisenbarn mafia by my own hands with the help of your woman friend's ovaries."
"W-What a statement to make...!" gasped Kira unnecessarily.
"I may be old and out-of-shape, but I still have more than enough strength to mangle a bunch of no-good brats!"
'This guy,' Aizen thought with a serious face, 'Is a far better villain than I could ever be, if I wanted to be one anyway. Of course, killing off one's own ally for no good reason is not a very smart idea...and yet I feel like I am guilty of doing such a thing. Ah, whatever.'
