Cats Have 9 Lives Chapter 2
Please note that "Neko" means cat, so… yeah.
(I don't own Bleach, by the way.)
CHAPTER 2, START!
Neko enjoyed her job of being the leader of the Cleaning and Caring For A Whole Assortment of Miscellaneous Things (CCFAWAMT) squad, disregarding the fact that she was the only member.
Sometimes though, she felt rather lonely.
…But that subject shall be saved for another time. Currently, she was doing her most hated job: serving tea at the Espada meetings. This was where the snooty highest-ups came together and, well, basically just drank a lot of tea and bitched about how powerful they were, how humans were so beneath them, blah blah blah.
Neko knew because, through the torture of having to serve hot beverages to circus freaks, (though in comparison to some hollows she's seen, these guys were fashion models. Hell, some of them could probably manage a pretty decent pay in the fashion industry.) She had a nasty habit of eavesdropping.
Her cat-eared Arrancar mask wasn't just for show; she had a pretty decent pair of ears. Using her beloved cat ears, Neko heard Szayel Aporro Granz mutter, "How did this lowly incompetent girl even manage to gain herself a two digit number in our ranks?"
"Well, that's an interesting story, Master Granz," Neko began, much to the shock of the Espada and Lord Aizen, who could have sworn that he had killed that girl already.
"Shut your mouth, brat," Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez barked towards the insolent servant. Then again, he thought, she really was absolutely useless. How exactly did she manage to pass the Arrancar Test*?
"No, no, let her speak. I am curious as to how trash like her managed to even become a lowly servant to Lord Aizen's great cause," the pink-haired man spoke, waving his hand towards Neko in a gesture for her to continue.
So, the lowly number 99 had managed to capture the attention of not only the Espada, but Lord Aizen. Inwardly, she puffed with pride, ignoring the snide remarks coming from the eighth Espada.
"Basically what happened was that Masters Ggio Vega and Choe Neng Poww were assigned to chase and fight me to see just how powerful I was," Neko spoke, as if she were talking to a close friend, to the impressed Espadas.
"Yup!" Neko smirked, her ego growing, basking in the grunts of acknowledgement from the powerful Arrancars.
"They collapsed before I finished my test—I managed to run away from them for three straight weeks!"
Silence.
After about a minute of awkwardness, Neko swept her eyes around the room to find that the powerful Espadas were all glaring at her with looks of contempt and disappointment.
"Glad I didn't have to watch that one," Neko heard Lord Aizen whisper.
"Just… Just get us our tea," Tia Harribel muttered, waving the lowly Arrancar away.
"Yes Ma'am," the cat-eared Arrancar breathed, deflated. She proceeded to set the table and watch the large screen at the front of the room as its lights dimmed.
The screen depicted the typical image of Hueco Mundo: white sand, pale moon, black sky… Orange hair? Neko looked closer at the video being shown to find that there was an entire group of humans running towards the palace of Las Noches. To Neko, the group looked rather weak and uninteresting compared to the great Espada.
Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez seemed to think otherwise, based on his reaction to the close-up shot of the orange-haired man. His eyes widened, a look of shock on his face, his hand reaching for his zanpakuto.
At that moment, Neko knew exactly what was going on. Upon being later questioned, Neko would explain that she had tried her very best to hold it in, but Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez was just asking for it.
What is it, you ask, dear reader? It is the momentary lapse in the (very little) self control Neko had to brag about—a statement spoken, simply, at the wrong place, and at the wrong time:
"Grimmjow now watches the screen filled with only the face of his greatest source of confusion," Neko began, eyes sparkling, ignoring the shocked and confused faces of the rest of the Espada and Lord Aizen, not to mention a horrified Grimmjow.
"The face that leaves Master Grimmjow so very confused as to his feelings toward the boy on the screen."
Yes. Neko was narrating. Of all bad habits, this was undoubtedly her worst and unequivocally her most annoying one.
"Is it hatred of his bleached orange hair? Is it jealousy that the powerful Arrancar cannot achieve that hairstyle himself? No…"
The Espada were listening intently, through their now horrified expressions; and Grimmjow's face was the color of his bone-white mask. "It's…" The silence was nearly tangible, "it's LUUUUUUUURVE! The one and only emotion that—"
BOOM.
The red light of a Cero was slowly fading away, from the hand a certain livid Espada with sky blue hair. It was shot point-blank.
It is rumored that mysterious clapping and cheering could be heard from the meeting room of the Espada that day; though none of the lower ranks could ever guess the reason for applause.
Number of Lives Left: 7
* Pullin' that one out of my magic bag of tricks**
** In other words, it's a load of BS.
How do you like? I had so much fun writing this one! Be prepared for the next chapter! Review please!