Cats Have 9 Lives Chapter 5

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Also, I don't own Bleach. Try to imagine what would happen if I did. See? It's not pretty.

CHAPTER 5, START!

"Why can't I just die now?" Neko muttered to herself as she realized that she had not completed her job of checking on the Privaron Espada. She still had Miss Sandwich to deal with.

"Hi, Miss Sanderwicci," Neko called toward the tall red pillars she knew the Privaron must have been on top of.

No answer. Neko knew the drill. "Okay, I know you're okay. Bye!"

… She really hated that girl. As she walked out back into the dark and ominous hallways, she heard the sounds of metal clanging, buzzing, and screams.

You know, I really need to clean my nails, Neko thought, oblivious to the battle, spotting grime underneath her usually pristine fingernails.

One Epic Battle and Nail Cleaning Later

"Excuse me?" called a skinny boy from behind Neko.

"Oh, hello. Is there something you two need?" she asked the boy and the scrawny Hollow behind him.

"No, ah… just… trying to figure out… what exactly is a child like you doing here?" asked the bespectacled teen.

"Well that's obvious, Ichigo!" called the Hollow. "She's an Arrancar!"

"Yup!" Neko agreed, pointing to her cat ears. "I'm a servant to Lord Aizen's cause—so, is there somewhere you need to go? I can help you find it if you want."

"That's alright, I believe I can find my own way around here," Glasses-boy stated, pressing his glasses farther up his nose for effect. He even dared to give poor Neko a cold glare!

"Hey! What was that for? I was only trying to help!" she called after the receding figures. Hmph. I hope those jerk faces get turned into one of Master Granz's experiments!

After that, she pretty much just wandered around the home of the Privarons aimlessly, occasionally running into a girl with black hair. She seemed nice.

That was until she encountered the red pineapple.

"Hey, pineapple man! Are you lost?" Neko called towards a man with strange tattoos and… a totem pole?

"No! I'm not! I'm fine, and I know exactly where I'm going!" He screamed.

Someone has anger issues.

"Okay, but isn't that—"

Pineapple Man and Totem Pole fell right into one of Master Granz's traps.

Neko proceeded to whistle innocently and walk away.

Again, more wandering. She was starting to get bored when she once again heard the cries of battle. Oh, this is where Master Granz's traps led to! Pineapple Man and Totem Pole must be down here.

It was then that she heard a loud zap, and saw from her distance a pale blue light. Ooh. That doesn't look good.

From a nearby hidden closet, Neko grabbed some first aid supplies.

As she hurried to the scene of the fight, large white box in hand, Neko noticed a shirtless pink-haired man followed by only one of his fracción.

"Hello, sir! I saw the explosion and wondered if you would like some first ai—"

"No," Szayel Aporro Granz whispered harshly with a scathing glare.

"Alrighty then, Master Granz," Neko stated, beginning to follow him.

She then heard the eighth Espada mutter something along the lines of: "Why, that little Quincy, with his…" A ringing suddenly went off in Neko's ears, leaving her unable to hear the rest of the eighth Arrancar's er… "colorful" mutterings.

"So, tell me Master Granz, what is the name of your zanpakuto?" Neko asked, trying to make conversation.

"Fornicarás*," he answered gruffly, not even giving the 99th Arrancar a second look. "Though its meaning is lost to a lowly mind like yours."

"Yes. You're right," Neko deadpanned. "So, what does it mean?"

One Explanation Later

"Master Granz?"

"Hmm?"

"For the love of god, never, ever let me see your released form."

"Of course. Now, as for a change of topic, I believe I saw Grimmjow release a Cero point blank at your own head… I even performed an autopsy on your bloodied corpse."

Neko paled, fearing the question that came next.

"How exactly is it that you stand with me now, alive, and better yet, with not even the single smallest scar?" The Espada's eyes narrowed in suspicion.

"Ah… Ha… Details, details!" Neko shouted, a frozen smile fixed on her face. "It's not like I'd actually pretend to be less powerful than I actually am or anything…" the pink haired Espada raised an eyebrow, "I just…"

Neko then did what she usually did when she was terrified: say the dumbest thing possible, the very six words that ensured certain death when dealing with the eighth Espada:

"I know something that you don't and—"

Splurt.

"Oops… I wanted to experiment on her, too… Oh well."

Number of Lives Left: 4

*Bleach wiki it. I'm not going to explain it to you, it's that messed up.

So, yep! That was chapter four, hope you liked it! I sure enjoyed writing this one. I always love how Neko manages to miss all the action.

Oh, by the way, there's a twist at the end of this fic.

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