Oh, No, Boy Didn't.
The Sexta looked at his superior, expectantly. He scoffed, waiting for some other response besides the bewildered gape upon Starrk's face.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Whispered Grimmjow. Swiftly, he made his way down the hall, stalking towards the Primera at a low level and hands outstretched.
The man on his knees attempted to form some words for the other, only able to find sputtering and the opening and closing of his mouth as his mind failed him. He was very embarrassed.
"Did you not hear father?"
The shocked expression fell as a look of pure confusion plastered itself in place. The Sexta was now crouching in front of him. Grimmjow gave an emphatic gesture signaling Aizen and waited for the Primera to follow. After a moment, he again moved.
"Yes, I remember what he said. No dates in the house." Starrk nodded in an exaggerated form of understanding. "I know exactly what he said. I just don't care."
"So, you can fumble around making booty calls whe- Ow!" Starrk complimented the love pat with a glare of narrowed eyes. "Just know what you're getting yourself into. Father did mention an important meeting here, tonight, here."
"He-he did?" The man had taken a few naps in the confines of Las Noches, safe and sound in the blanket of darkness and away from Aizen's talons. The blue-haired man shook his head in shame for the other.
"You ought to pay attention." Grimmjow narrowed his eyes. "A business meeting. After hours, of course, with some of his coworkers."
Starrk took a deep breath.
"They're bringing drinks." The Sexta's head tilted. "And he said we should join them for a game of…poker. Some of his new partners will be there."
The Primera understood him well, frowning that he had missed Aizen's lecture on the details of this subject. Grimmjow thought for a moment then nodded, realizing he had nothing further to say. He stood, cautiously.
"Well, I'm gonna take a walk. I'll be back in about ten minutes, so I'll see you then."
Slowly, he had backed out of the Primera's room and had turned to scurry out of the apartment.
Starrk watched the front door close, waiting for the thud that resonated. He rose to his feet, steadily, and turned from the wall where Byakuya's hips had been, taking a deep breath and moving to the side of the room with the conjoining bathroom. He wiped his hand down his face and stopped at his mouth causing a slight pull to the skin. With his other hand, he turned the shining handle.
The room was empty. His eye swept from one side to the other, thoroughly inspecting the bathtub. He moved to the linen closet and opened it. He frowned and slid into Grimmjow's unused room, finding that it was empty, too. He called out to his accomplice, hearing no sound in return and then sprinted to the front of the apartment. Throwing the door open, he found the hallway to his left empty and in a panic, turned to his right. Grimmjow was standing, still waiting for the elevator.
"What are you…?" The blue-haired man craned his neck and shot a wondering glance at the Primera.
"Have…have you seen Byakuya?" Starrk looked back down the other half of the hall and then back at Grimmjow as if pained.
The other turned his head, as if listening for something. He looked at the floor.
"No, why?"
"He—he's gone." Starrk stood upright and stepped back through the metal threshold.
"You coming?" Grimmjow paused before the enormous windows leading to the balcony. They occupied the entire westward facing wall of the front room, stopping before they reached the Primera's chambers.
"Do you need me?" His speech was slurred. Starrk's jaw was glued to his chest by the impossible amount of slouch his spine allowed. He was gripping the teal shirt that his missing companion had stripped himself of when he arrived, staring into the soft fabric, almost wishing he might walk out of the bedroom doorway if he looked up at the right moment. "Can't handle Yammi by yourself?"
The blue-haired man narrowed his eyes, clenching his jaw as not to let an indignant remark slip. He looked towards the light bulbs void of energy.
"Remember, if you hear from him," The Sexta raised a fist and made a serious face. "be strong, be firm, and be mean."
The man slumping on the couch sighed. He let his head loll to the side and dejectedly threw the shirt opposite him.
"'kay." Grimmjow saw the pout on his partner's face as he blew air out of his nostrils. Excitedly, he opened the doors to the terrace, took a moment to soak in the moon, and leapt from the concrete railing.
Starrk twisted his mouth, looking out at the pearlescent sphere in the sky. He sat, waiting impatiently for a light of inspiration to go off in his mind, and when none came, he rose from the couch. He began to strip, frustrated by the mystery of the raven-haired man's disappearance and enticed by the sight of the moon. For a moment, he let himself go, letting the caged energy of his hollow half seep from his exposed skin, embracing the canine within as it regarded the craterous rock with arousal. As he inhaled, his entire body trembled and goose bumps shot up on his hide. He let the breath go, visible even in the night air of this heated spring night of Kakaura town. He steadied himself on the railing, swallowing as he felt tears come to his eyes.
The Primera's eyes closed tight as he realized that he was crying over a boy, not even a man, he had met less than a month ago. Releasing a shaky breath, he blinked feverishly, opening his mouth to prevent himself from drowning in an ocean of self-denial and shaking his hands at his sides to rid them of any droplets of the emotional overflow he had just experienced. As tears began to fall from his chin, he scoffed, looking down into the street, disbelieving that his body would choose to overrule his mind in a situation such as this. Starrk smiled, laughing at his foolishness on such a simple observation mission to The World of the Living and pressed his palms to his eye-sockets to ease himself from fainting or something. He swallowed again and frowned, ashamed of the moment he had just had with himself. Quickly, he looked to make sure no soul had seen him and then made his way back into the apartment.
The tall man relaxed into the sofa, sighing as the dark encircled his body, leaving only a small space on his chest for the illumination of the moon.
The Sexta grinned, feeling the power of The World of the Living's moon on his skin.
"Don't challenge me now, Yammi," Grimmjow teased.
"Who do you think you are? You have no connection to the moon," The huge man opposite him smirked and folded his arms over his chest. "You're a panther."
His façade dropped when he looked toward the hollows that the tenth Espada had brought with him. They seemed sufficient, all virile and all bloodthirsty for the souls in Karakura town.
"Let them loose," Grimmjow moved to stand next to the tall man in the sky. "Let's see what this kid can do."
Yammi followed suit, telling the Hollows to descend upon the streets of Karakura and devour any wandering souls. The Sexta folded his arms, waiting for a flare of reiatsu from one direction or the other, closing his eyes and listening to the screams of the lost souls as they were eaten alive. After a moment, the call he was waiting for appeared and a flash of spiritual pressure rose from the eastern corridor of the city. It was Ichigo's, unmistakably seeping from his skin and attracting even some of the hollows that the tenth Espada didn't bring with him.
The blue-haired man stiffened, eyes widening as he sensed Yammi's preparation for sonido.
"Wait!" Grimmjow's arm shot out to halt the other's movements. "I feel something."
Yammi waited for the sensation to come to him, too, feeling it as a faint pulse of spiritual pressure in the northern parts of the city. He looked at Grimmjow as wave of reiatsu flowed from the same side of Karakura town. It was more potent and controlled, only being released in moments of attack and not those filled with the thrill of the battle, like that of a more experienced soul reaper.
"Aizen did say to expect others." Yammi stood up straight, looking down at the blue haired man as he concentrated on the waves of the more skilled, mystery reaper. He shook his head, blue strands moving with the small gesture.
"That's not just any shit-igami," Grimmjow stood upright, turning towards his companion and the direction of the slaughter. One by one, the hollows that had been brought for special purpose were destroyed, easily with one strike of the blade wielded by what the Sexta assumed to be a high-ranking officer. "That feels like a captain. Remember when Aizen first approached you?"
The larger man paused, looking in the same direction as his companion and feeling the spiritual pressure without revealing his own. To him, it didn't feel the same as their leader's. Yammi had been one of the later members the self-proclaimed god had asked to join him, long after the former captain had used the "hollowfication" treatment on himself.
"He was already a monster when I met him." He faced the shorter Espada, again. Grimmjow's azure orbs looked up and then back in the direction of the energy.
"I'm sure that's a captain." He searched over his shoulder for the source of Ichigo's energy output and frowned. "Sod really out to have some control."
Piercing, aquamarine eyes found their way to Yammi's gaze in the night sky, again. With silent understanding, the duo completely masked their spiritual pressure and sonido-ed through the air and then over the rooftops to the site of the unidentified foes.
When they arrived on the other side of town, The Sexta pulled his subordinate to lay flat with him on the shingles of the building overlooking their targets. He was aroused by the power of a captain, new to the sensation of having one this mighty as an announced enemy near. Keeping his head low, he looked out into the alley below, feline installments of his eye becoming useful as Yammi squinted to see well.
A flash of red was the first thing to catch his attention, zooming through the air with an eerie blade slicing across the masks of the hollows. The man was sporting a standard uniform of the Gotei Thirteen, save for the lieutenants' badge upon his bicep and missing kimono top. Swarthy skin thick with muscles bore dark markings that Grimmjow first recognized as scars and then tribal tattoos. The marked man spoke indistinctly to his companion.
His companion's spiritual pressure was immense, but obedient and accurate, only radiating in thrusts of what was assumed the equal of his released form. The Sexta paused for thought, looking for the word "shikai". The blur of pink was mesmerizing and womanish, still delivering a more than lethal blow to its enemy, dissipating actually, and was controlled by graceful movements of the captain's dainty hands. He was pale, white skin vibrant against black strands and fabric and collaborating with the shimmering, silver headpieces in his hair. His uniform, captains' haori, and silk scarf were bulky on him, seeming to leave endless room for easy movement as he destroyed dozens of opponents single-handedly. His face was stolid, unmoving in the massacre as drop after drop of blood stained his starched clothing and his ally's broad, inked back. The blue-haired Espada bit his lower lip as the red oozed down the thick lines of ink when a moment of tranquility came about.
He looked to his left, finding the shingles free. Yammi had left during his watching.
"Ya think Ichigo's okay, Cap'n?" The redhead questioned, turning to face the raven-haired man, his back to their observer. "There was 'lot of 'em."
"He is capable." The voice was deep, resonating in perked ears of the Sexta. Grimmjow frowned.
"Should we check on 'im?" Silently, he raised himself from the rooftop.
"Only if you feel he isn't safe." The Sexta watched as the redhead turned to his captain, frown deepening as he had a revelation regarding the identity of the soul reapers.
Before the pair could turn in his direction, he sonido-ed out of sight. Grimmjow grinned when they leapt unto the exact space he and Yammi had occupied and followed as they made their way across the town.
*A/N: Sorry, guys. I have been just enjoying to the fullest. But I have ALL THESE IDEAS to write and no order in my brain. Soon, they will be organized and put here for you, wonderfully loyal readers, to enjoy.