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Chapter 4: Bloodlust
The moment Yukiko had swallowed the last bread piece and licked the bowl clean for rice, she instantly felt better. Even though it wasn't the best meal she had had, far from, getting rid of the pungent feeling of hunger was as delightful as it ever could get.
She sat still on the couch for some time, letting the food sink. Her head was leaned over the backrest, eyes closed. If it wasn't for the barely visible movements of her calm breathing, she would look dead. Skin white as snow, pale pink lips, and wavy, stone coloured hair that hang nicely curved down over her shoulders and chest. One of her arms rested in her lap, while the other reached out on her side, palm facing the sky.
Frozen in that position she rested, trying not to think, and waiting for the dizziness to slowly fade away. She'd almost fallen asleep.
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Grimmjow sat on a rooftop, waiting. Darkness had fallen over Karakura Town and the half-moon shone dimly in the night sky. He looked at it for a second, and for the first time in his life he really noticed it, studied it. Something about its shape, the way was only half-lit, and the feeble outline of holes… it made him feel… forget it, he though to himself. Get a fucking grip... He sighed quietly and bent his head slightly downwards, as if to rest his neck.
As soon as he heard his five Fraccións breaking the silence he changed focus and turned to them.
"Ready?" he asked. They all nodded in response.
"You guys didn't let anyone see ya, right?"
"Of course not," Shawlong replied.
"Although, in coming here… I couldn't help but noticing some very powerful spirit pressures. Ones that Ulquiorra failed to include in his report that is."
"Tch!" Grimmjow spat, putting his hand in his pockets. Like it would matter…, they still don't have a chance.
"Turn up your Peskis to full throttle," he commanded. It was time to put the plan into action.
They all bent their heads and closed their eyes like if they were to pray. Concentrating, they increased the sensitivity of their nerves, making them more able to sense spirit pressure.
Grimmjow located them all in a few seconds.
I knew it…
"The signals are multiplying like crazy," Grimmjow stated.
"I bet they even went so far as to call in some replacements from Soul Society… Well," Grimmjow turned to the Fraccións.
"Looks like we got our work cut out for us, boys. Like I said… Killing them as soon as possible would have been the best plan of action." This is why I said you were full of shit, Ulquiorra…
Grimmjow's reiatsu fluctuated a little again. With a bothered face he looked away from the others, knowing they exchanged a couple of looks. It pissed him off.
"Edrad, Shawlong, D-Roy, Nakim, El-Forte… let's go." He said determinately. Maybe if he could find that Shinigami Aizen wanted dead, play a little with him before ending him, he would feel a little better. It had been over three weeks since he had made a kill… He thirsted for blood.
"Don't hold back… Don't even bother distinguishing one from another. It doesn't matter if they only have a speck of spirit power," he said darkly.
"I don't want you to leave a single of 'em standing! We're gonna kill 'em all!"
He gritted his teeth in a smug smile. He suddenly felt normal again.
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Yukiko woke up in shock, hitting her leg on the edge of the glass table.
"AAH, kusoooo, iteeeee!"
She fell down on the couch again, holding her leg in pain.
She had dreamt, but it was of a different kind again. It resembled the memories that suddenly bloomed from her unconsciousness now and then.
…I'm sure it's just another memory attack…
She had been on all four again, but she was evolving now, after having a grotesque meal. Devouring a black creature she knew by herself was called an adjuchas, a ridiculously strong hollow. She had felt her body gaining new power and she stood up, now on two legs. The feeling was great. She licked the blood off her lips and grinned.
To test the gain in her power, she ran as fast as she could for as long as she could, went into sonido, jumped over rocks and stones, up and over mountains, and leaped off a cliff in all excitement. Adrenaline, freedom, control of every single muscle. She felt strong, free. And her senses… they were so sharp! The sent of other hollows, gillians, adjuchas, they were so easy to spot out. She wanted more, she hungered for more. For blood, power, strength.
Landing gracefully on her new feet she leaped into sonido and targeted a new victim.
Another fierce fight with claws, teeth, and spurts of warm blood went flying. She bit the adjuchas head off, and inhaled the fresh sent of the new spilt blood. She ate, chewed and swallowed, feeling more powerful after every bite. Some bits of her mask had started to fall off bit by bit and her azure bright hair was finally free and to get in her face. She laughed in madness; touching her free nose and cheek with her hands and claws, smearing out the blood from the kill.
Yukiko had finally got it confirmed. They are his… the memories… these strange feelings, the instincts. She wasn't sure if she liked it. It was deranging her. Still, instead of feeling like she was running away from her fears and regrets or having them chasing her, she had felt free. In the memories she was the one chasing, only looking ahead, and always gaining strength.
Yukiko found herself grinning.
The grin quickly disappeared. What am I thinking? This is horrible! She could hear the laughter, the deep dark and roaring laughter. What is wrong with me?
I hunger,
I long,
I want to taste blood again!
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Grimmjow felt one of his Fraccións' reiatsu disappear.
So you got yourself killed, D-Roy, you worthless peace of shit!
"Che… pathetic," he mumbled to himself and spat.
He could feel a strong spirit pressure from D-Roy's location.
I guess that's where the real fun is.
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"Rukia!" the orange haired shinigami cried out. He was lying on the asphalt.
"Are you alright? What happened to that guy? Did you beat him?"
Rukia looked away, slightly offended.
"Of course I did, Ichigo," she answered.
"I couldn't walk back here if I didn't."
Suddenly, from not too far away, they could feel an immense spirit pressure drawing near. Ichigo got on his feet at once. Alert, he and Rukia both looked around.
"… What is that?" he said in the air.
"So you're the ones who did in D-Roy, huh?"
The source of the pressure they felt stood before them. Ichigo hardened his look.
Found you.
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Standing in the bathroom in front of the sink, she splashed cold water on her face and rubbed it. When she looked at herself in the mirror, she could swear she had seen a blue glint in her eyes.
