WARNING/LAST WARNING: Like I said before, I highly recremend that you watch the anime Umineko no naku koro ni series (or read). If u don't then you'll have a hard time. The only thing thats kinda wierd in the series is what the people wear...mostly...
story:
The time of mid-day was almost past and most of the arrancar were fighting a battle of some sort. There was only one arrancar who wasn't being engaged in any form of combat. They had no idea who, but the shinigami had their orders to find this arrancar and eliminate it. Even with what Yammamoto promised Hitsugaya, he still had to assume this wasn't Hinamori. Every squad had the order, even squad 4.
"Come on! We can't slack off!" Izuru Kira was so far having no luck finding this arrancar, for which, he was glad. He knew that this arrancar was most likely the one he once called "friend" and "classmate". He was leading a small group of squad 3 members into the outskirts of their own barracks, they had been searching for hours, and every one of his members was breaking out in a sweat in the summer heat. The sun seemed unforgiving in the summer days.
Unfortunately for Kira, his luck was about to turn. Hinamori noticed from the laughter of Grimmjow and Kenpachi that the fight was going to take up most of her time. Even she gets bored at times, and she reminded herself to be patient. Besides, she wanted to take a look around before she went back to the never-changing scenery of Hueco mundo.
So, right now she was in about the same area Izuru was in. She was sitting atop of one of the feudal buildings, only looking at the many other similar buildings and trees in the distance as she was breathing in the scent of fresh air. To be totally honest, she was lost in her world of memories. If it wasn't for Izuru's spiritual pressure she probably would've stayed that way until he was out of the area.
Momo blinked her eyes once, sensing that Izuru was somewhere close by. Like before, she wanted to see how her old "friends" were holding up and, like many other arrancar, wants to see what enjoyment can be wrought from them.
She also noticed he spiritual pressures of lower ranking shinigami, so she decided to watch for a few minutes before trying to approach him. Grimmjow's orders to her were still in place. She also wondered how the lower shinigami would act if they saw a person who was once a loving lieutenant, that too could mean enjoyment.
Her stealth skills were impeccable, so much so, that she was literally no more than maybe 5-8 feet away when she was following the small group of squad three members as she was running on the tile rooftops, not even allowing her footsteps to be heard. In addition, she was always excellent at concealing spiritual pressure, as a kiddo master, it came naturally to her, even captains complimented her on that when she was a shinigami!
It took them about 3 minutes for them to even notice her, the only reason they did was because of Kira who all of a sudden became lucky "Do you guys see anything back there?"
The members quickly answered in unison "no sir!"
However, Kira, who turned his head to merely glance at his fellow comrades for their answer, had his mouth a gap and was quick to stop dead in his tracks. His men followed his lead instantly and followed his gaze in confusion. Only for their eyes to doubt what they were seeing and even made them wonder if all of their day so far had been nothing more than a dream. A bad dream. Even Izuru Kira wished this was a bad dream, one that could be woken up from.
But it wasn't a dream.
Momo merely stared at them in her cold gaze, waiting for them to react in some way. So far all the men were doing was whimpering their disbelief and shock which she took as useless mewling. None of them had even begun to move their hands toward their zanpoktou, and only Kira's gaze had any trace of forethought, which made something spark in her mind, and the realization was made instantly clear from that small observation. Grimmjow taught her a lot in their time of training including his high perception. In the few moments before she spoke she thought "This is almost too good! I can't believe no one didn't tell them!" She actually chuckled before speaking in her mocking way, the same way she did with Yachiru, cruelly reminding him of who she once was "How mean Kira-kun! You didn't tell them about me! And here I thought we were good friends!" She slurred them out slowly allowing them to take them in, to savor those words.
One of the men spoke up, his voice quivering "Lieutenant….H-Hinamori….?"
Another member spoke out his voice just as pathetic as the other "…H…How…?"
Izuru's face only darkened as he himself spoke with more sincerity and bravery "Please answer our questions. I too, want to know the answers…" but then his voice all of a sudden his voice seemed somber "…and please stop with that voice…I know that you're just toying with us…with me…"
Momo's eyes squinted slightly at his words; if it wasn't for how she turned out she would almost feel sorry for the blond haired lieutenant, but she only found his reaction slightly amusing. But somewhere through the twisted feelings she had, from her existence as a shinigami to her existence as a hollow and her existence to an arrancar, she felt pity for him. Which is what lead her to say "Want to go somewhere else Kira-kun? I'm sure you don't want me to hurt anyone do you? I would hate it if I hurt innocent foot soldiers. You can always explain to them afterward you know."
The men just continued to look at her in shock. Foot soldiers? Did she just call them that? Did she really view them in that low regard? The loving, caring girl that had always had ways to cheer people up and always called them by their names because she viewed them all as equal in strength…where was she?...Where did she go?...What happened to her?...
Kira looked up, his blue eyes still somber "Yeah….you go ahead and choose where to go."
Momo took a moment to pause to look at the soul reapers once more before using sonido to go elsewhere, with Kira following not too far behind. It didn't take long before they stopped. It was nothing special of a place, just a regular street with its familiar feudal style.
Momo turned around to face Izuru, her tone still in its mocking way "Well, Kira-kun? I brought you all the way out here, so we're free to talk as we please with no restraint. So tell me, what do you want to ask me?"
Izuru had his somber look still on his face, he opened his mouth as if to say something, but then it closed. It took a moment before he opened his mouth again, this time actually speaking "How did you become…this? This being who….is not the Momo Hinamori I knew."
Once again, Momo squinted her eyes slightly, not because she was amused, she was disgusted at the question. None the less, she spoke the same way she always had with Kira so far "How I became this way? You're acting silly Kira-kun. With your knowledge of how a hollow is formed and how an arrancar is formed, surely you can figure it out. It's pretty easy as long you don't assume anything. I'll give a starting piece for the puzzle…I was devoured by a hollow."
Izuru shot back his response in an instant, his voice frustrated "But even a hollow that eats a shinigami cannot turn into arrancar, the subconciousness can take over for a while, sure. But it can't regain shinigami power and the hollow consciousness always eventually dominates! And the Hogyoku was destroyed in the battle with Aizen, and its power with it! There's n-"
"I said not to assume anything Kira-kun. There is only one thing you are not correct on….and its not the Hogyoku being destroyed, that part true. "Momo was talking seriously now and was looking at him coolly, patiently waiting as he tried to figure out the puzzle.
The sudden change in her personality made him stare in distraught as his mind was thinking franticly about what she said "The…Hogyoku….was destroyed…but…?"
Momo decided to end the silly guessing game "The power of the Hogyoku was stored somewhere within the confines of Las noches in Hueco mundo, that power was used to turn an adjucha class hollow into an arrancar, and that adjucha was the same one who ate me. I was the dominant consciousness at the time though, which is what lead to how I became who I am today."
"But who did that?"
Momo answered him coolly "He was once known as the 6th espada, I think you can ask Kenpachi about him. Now Grimmjow-sama is the rightful ruler of Hueco mundo. I am just his direct subordinate who follows his orders with no questions."
Izuru's asked his next question with a much more serious tone, he still had a somber tone but he was serious "I thought you had some way to know our every move and decision. Because never before could a garganta open within the seireitei, but….if you didn't know that we decided not to tell the other soul reapers about your transformation into an arrancar, then I guess that means that you don't know about Captain Hitsugaya's either. Then again, it might not matter to you…."
Hinamori's gaze seemed to harden at those words that he uttered, her tone once again changing to its dark intonation at the sound of Toushiro Hitsugaya's name "What he does always matters to me lieutenant Kira. I want to know every move he makes and every word he speaks. I want to know if he still lives his life leisurely. I want to know if he lives his life suffering or not. I want to know if he's happy or angry, or sad and I want to know what he thinks about this whole situation as it is…" She paused, thinking. Kira was staring at her in pure horror. Momo continued to think for a while, then she spoke "Kira…unless you get in my way, you mean nothing to me, you can live your life as you please and I won't care and I won't come after you. But if you do get in my way in any way at all, then I will manipulate you and you're life in a way that I will gain what I want, then kill you…I promise this…" Momo's eyes were worse than daggers; they seemed to be clawing their way into Izuru's very being. Then she started emitting her dark, red, spiritual pressure. It made it hard for anyone with 'low' spiritual pressure to even breath correctly. It had such an aura it made regular people sweat and cower with fear.
…and Izuru was right in front her, taking the full effect….
Who is she…?
What is she…?
Izuru was terrified, it was like he was looking into something sinister, something that only lusted for a certain something, and it was suffocating. He was already gasping for air as he looking at her.
She is like a demon….
…How could this not be a dream that one could wake up from?
Kira does not know how much time passed before Hinamori spoke again, but she spoke as if only a moment passed "Kira, if you don't want to end up dead…tell me, what is Hitsugaya's "decision"?..." her voice was just as deadly as the last time she spoke, her eyes still in that demonic glare.
Izuru was still suffocating from the voice and gaze alone, his voice was coarse and strained as he answered "H-He…managed to convince t-the commander…." He started gasping for air "to order everyone not to i-interfere…..he…w-wants to fight you alone…" Izuru then collapsed to the ground gasping for the air that seemed to be in low supply, his heart thumping so fast he thought it would burst, his pupils were dilated to the size of large saucers, beads of sweat dripping from his face. His blood; like ice. He was scared.
"Hitsugaya wants to fight me alone…." Momo closed her eyes and lowered her spiritual pressure now that Kira answered the question. One thing you should know about Momo is that she always keeps her word. She basically promised him that she would not kill him if he stayed out of the way of her goal, him answering the question was basically him keeping his end of the bargain. If he didn't answer the question then that would mean that he was getting in her way by not telling him information. He would live.
Momo had many thoughts running through her mind "He wants to fight me? After all he's done…he still wants to fight me…why? He has no right! I thought-...Maybe Izuru was just told that, I highly doubt that he was present during the captain's meeting. So they could have told him a lie. To them, the safety of the soul society comes first. They should assume that I am a liability to that. But if he was merely told a lie then wouldn't there be some executive squad looking for me? Wouldn't there be some plan to destroy me?...No…..there is some truth to what he said, I just know it. I am just missing something…..What is it?" she opened her eyes, her first sight being Kira on the ground, still panting, still scared. An almost worthless existence that she would never bother with again.
She turned her back to leave, but a shallow, dull voice stopped her "D-don't call yourself Momo Hinamori…!" There was a giant gasp before he spoke again, Kira apparently was breathing normally again his face still looking toward the ground "There's no way that you're her! Momo Hinamori was kind, loving and caring! You clearly don't have any emotions close to that!" He clinched his fist, the knuckles turning white "You are not Momo Hinamori so don't call yourself that!" His voice turned coarse on the last few words, though Momo hasn't bothered to turn around she noticed that a tear actually fell onto the ground leaving a small single wet spot on the ground. Her nose detected the smell of salt.
Momo, currently viewed him and his existence as…small. Do not confuse her for having the same arrogance as Barragan, who viewed nearly everyone as a "worm". She knew that any and every existence could change how her existence shall go, if he chose to stay and do nothing, that's fine, her life would go much smoothly if he did. If he wanted to intervene as much as he could to save Hitsugaya, then, even though his power is little of a challenge to her, it would make the road a little bumpy, even if it was just him. A single person can ripple the surface of the calm water and make it distorted, making it hard to see what the water was trying to reflect. Even those who had a small existence could make a realization come to Momo, and she was open to it.
She thought about his words as she stood there, Kira's outburst striking a cord. Her mind was not limited like most other beings that did exist, she suffered and experience pain that no one could even imagine, and circumstances happened in her life that many just deemed as 'unlucky' and made her suffer even more, the strings of fate in her world were heavily tangled and twisted.
"In the beginning of my existence I was…Momo Hinamori….Momo Hinamori was a girl who was small, timid and cared for everyone that she called "friend". Momo Hinamori grew up to be a caring, loving lieutenant who always had a way to cheer people up. The person Momo Hinamori devoted herself to….was pulling strings to manipulate her life, until she was nothing but a piece on a chessboard that will never betray and when that piece was deemed no longer useful he tried to cast it aside… Yet Momo Hinamori somehow survived. In the battle of Aizen, Toushiro stabbed Hinamori in the same place Aizen tried to kill one of his own pieces….and was then…devoured…..But….."
Memories of 'Momo Hinamori's' life played out in her head, the eyes she saw were indeed as Izuru described her personality; kind, loving, caring…
The arrancar with the lower jawbone mask used sonido to leave Kira Izuru where he was, in order to find somewhere she could think. She eventually came to a place where there were only trees around her.
She placed her hand on the light red handle of what is…no, what used to be "Tobiume", the smooth touch of it familiar to her. The silent sound of silver metal finally coming out of its sheath pierced the world around her despite how soft it was, even the wind seemed to stop blowing and time seemed to stand still. She held it out in front of her, the point aimed at an invisible target in front of her. She looked at the guard that was in front of the hilt. Momo Hinamori's sword had four flowers decorating the zanpoktou that had a light pink sheath, the small petals smooth and rounded. This current zanpoktou had four flowers also, but it was not the same as "Momo Hinamori's". Each flower had five petals, these petals were long and pointed, their sharp edge giving the katana a more menacing design then "Tobiume". The blade that belonged to "Momo Hinamori's" zanpoktou had the standard blade design of a regular katana, but it shone with her kindness and the purity of her soul. The zanpoktou in front of her seemed dull compared to it, the intent of lust, bloodshed and revenge soiling its once beautiful shine and radiance. A zanpoktou is, in shinigami words 'a direct replica of the soul'. The zanpoktou that she was holding….wasn't "Tobiume". Tobiume was "Momo Hinamori's" sword that was a part of her being. The sword she was holding, is also a part of her being, but it wasn't anything like "Tobiume".
"Momo Hinamori's eyes showed the kind, caring and loving nature she has always had…." The arrancar then raised the sword up directly above her head, as if trying to pierce the sky. Then she brought it down, to where it was directly in front of her face, showing only what looked like a straight thread of silver. She turned the blade on its side in order for her to be able to gaze at the reflection within her own sword. The sword, when showing the reflection of its master, showed only what is. The silver blade showed a small portion of her face, one eye completely within view. The one eye that showed was exactly as the arrancar predicted it to be; hard, cold and the exterior hiding the twisted burning feelings that raged within her.
"These..." she thought "are indeed, not "Momo Hinamori's" eyes…" She closed her eyes, a certain feeling pulling at her heart "So…does that mean I am, in fact, not "Momo Hinamori"?...If I'm not her…"
For a moment, everything stopped, including her thoughts. There was along uncomfortable silence before she spoke out loud.
"….who am I…?"
The question seemed to echo through her mind as she thought about it, more and more, she wondered who she is. After more moments of silence, she decided to dismiss the question "who am I?" completely for now. As for the reason, was because everyone acknowledged her existence as Momo Hinamori, including her master. Only Izuru Kira thought otherwise. Besides, if she were to all of a sudden change 'her name' because some lowly shinigami demanded it, then she would be a laughing stock! However, the question still laid heavy on her mind. She was deep within her thoughts, wanting to have a few minutes of peace. But the sound of words being spoken and a certain deniable sight is what got her out of her deep thoughts
"You're actually doubting who you are?" The voice was filled with so much anger; it actually surprised the brown haired arrancar, especially since it sound so much like Grimmjow's tone, with its demanding of authority.
She looked behind her, her sword poised for an attack. But like stated before, the sight was deniable; the figure itself was distorted and was more like a mirage or an illusion, like mist that could easily fade away. It was of a girl that seemed to be in her teens. Her eyes were red, the same color of fresh, thick blood. Her hair was white, and a dull white at that, it made the arrancar thinks of her own blade. It seemed more of a greyish color. Her white skin barley contrasted her hair, but it did wonders to bring out her eyes. But that's not what made the arrancar saw deniable, it was what the distorted figure was wearing: The top half was like a school uniform, white undershirt with a pink tie, all of that covered by a reddish plum overcoat with long sleeves. The bottom half of the uniform was like that of a black gothic themed skirt. Except that it was like the skirt was cut down the middle until it was nearly cut in half completely revealing the inner layer of the skirt that was more like the bottom half of a bathing suit, if anything, covering and hiding the undergarments that she wore. Along with this, the girl wore thigh length black socks with brown boots that nearly reached her knees. It looked "skimpy" to the arrancar, and she started to wonder if wither A) she was hallucinating or B)….actually there is no B, she was certain it was A.
The arrancar started running a hand through her long brown hair, her face looking dumbfounded as the image did not even waver away from her sight.
The image spoke again, just as angry and irritated as before "What are you staring at! More importantly, what are you doing just sitting here, aren't you going to kill that accursed captain! I thought you hated him! You shouldn't be hesitating to attack him and murder him!" she all of a sudden stopped talking, her herself with a dumbfounded look as the arrancar actually turned around, walked a few steps, then laid down on the ground, with nothing for comfort, not even a small pile of leaves. She thought that maybe fatigue and stress had caused the hallucination.
The girl just starred at her with a blank face, she then clinched her right fist, trying to control herself. She thought for about a second before a look of realization passed her face, the face turned into an embarrassed one with red coming to her white cheeks. She put a hand to her face, feeling completely stupid.
She then regained her composure, with her legs right next to each other and her hands by her side as she spoke with a more docile tone, she put her right hand to her chest as she said "My name is Satan, one of the sisters of purgatory. My master is Battler Ushiromiya, the endless sorcerer…." She coughed as she lamely added "although I am technically under Lady Bernkastel, the witch of miracles, since he loaned me to her for a time…" she looked at the arrancar, who hasn't even moved a muscle, although she knew she wasn't asleep, despite how hard she was trying. This irritated Satan; here she was actually acting NICE, and she was ignoring her every word! "Ah! Forget it! You clearly don't believe I even exist! I thought you were a highly amusing girl and a smart one too! I was even going to tell you some information about Toushiro Hitsugaya for your goal, that I was oh, so interested in! " she vanished in the form of butterflies, GOLDEN butterflies, those that took on a definite looking shape. They fluttered until they were out of sight.
The arrancar that has been lying on the ground, twitched a little bit. She actually heard the sound of butterflies' wings flapping steadily. It bothered her that she was having skimpy, weird, and just plain messed up hallucinations of a skimpy school dressed girl and golden butterflies that she has yet to see. She was now thinking of what events in her life would possibly makes her hallucinate like that. I mean, aren't hallucinations just unconscious thoughts of the brain. If that was true then she had seriously messed up mind. Plain and simple.
She closed her eyes, only to blink. When she opened them, she wasn't on grass, or dirt. She couldn't hear the breeze, or feel the sunshine of a summer's day. She didn't see grass, tree and shadows from the dense overgrowth. She saw instead, a floor made entirely of marble, cold and smooth to the touch, with a few designs of purple here and there. The walls looked like pure white stones, with only windows of clear glass separating it from the rest of the room. There were comfortable looking green chairs all around this room, beside each and every one there were small wooden coffee tables, with marble tops. In the middle of this room there was a taller wooden table with a white vase atop of its marble surface, with purple flowers emitting from it. With the exception of the purple flowers and the wood, it actually resembled Las noches a great deal; even the furniture was close to the same color and…It all felt so…real.
There was a voice that spoke, it was emotionless, but defiantly a female voice "So, you're the arrancar?"
Momo turned around to see that, on the other side of the room, sitting in one of the chairs was a Lady that looked to be maybe in her twenties. Her dressing style wasn't skimpy, but it wasn't normal either. Neither was her hair color. It was purple; the straight long hair was purple…. And she was wearing a black and white gothic lolita dress with a big blue bow attached to the neck collar. Her bangs were cut short so her emotionless eyes are shown; they had no pupils visible to the arrancar, just deep dark purple orbs. To go with the dress that goes down to about knee length, were white lolita socks that also reached the knees and black shoes to got with em'.
The arrancar with brown hair stood up, deciding that, dreaming or not, she would make it clear to this lady that she has no business with her "Yes. I am 'the arrancar'. But I don't see any reason for you to be familiar with me. Why don't you leave? I'm not in the mood for you." She said it sternly. Her eyes throwing darts at her target.
The purple haired lady did not even bat an eye lash, her face didn't even change "Seeing how it's you who's in my realm, I see no reason for me to leave. But, that aside…" she paused for a moment, apparently knowing that Satan would show up; the appearances of several golden butterflies as the warning.
Satan was no longer a distorted image, she was now as definite as the lady, and she looked solid. She was standing right next to the lady's chair, standing the same way she did when she introduced herself, her tone was more excited and whiney though "Lady Bernkastel-sama, you see now? This is the girl who I've been telling you about! Now she doubts 'who' she is! It's not fair that my only source of entertainment is this girl! Please, do something about it!"
A glance from Bernkastel is what shut her up, the high pitch of her voice was making the arrancar wince. The Lady started speaking again, continuing, her tone emotionless "As I was saying…you seem to have caught the attention of Satan, as well as my own. I'm quite interested as to how a shinigami became this arrancar, no, that is inaccurate….what I mean is that I'm interested as to how your existence had been thus far. Normally the soul society, as well as hueco mundo, are realms that we prefer to avoid since nothing entertaining happens there, everything there is predictable, and as such cause boredom. Because of that poison, we witches can barely affect reality unless there is a strong willed person who gives us amusement.-"
She didn't have the chance to finish, Momo isn't known for interrupting, but this is unbelievable "Did you just say "witches"? Ha! That almost makes me want to laugh. Affect reality? Now you're just being ridiculous. You can't change what is absolute!"
Satan looked like she wanted to give her a verbal fight but Bernkastel's glance from earlier sucked her of her strength.
Bernkastel looked at the arrancar "You're right; I can't change what is 'absolute'. However, reality isn't one of those things, it can be changed. Though Aizen was only in this category for barley a few hours, he was, through pitiful means, a 'witch' himself, although we normally refer to male witches as "sorcerer". Witches are above man, and above shinigami, who, I suppose, are just below us. However, do not confuse us for 'god', as Aizen did. He was a fool who only thought of, and imagined, bigger concepts, not actually taking in what is as you and Hitsugaya do." Bernkastel picked up a beautifully decorated tea cup, bringing it to her lips to taste the fragrant black tea. Her eyes suddenly diverted back to Momo "Ah…I forgot my manners….I should offer the quest tea first…" and as she said it a cup of the same brand of tea appeared on the marble surface table behind her. So far Momo hasn't even bothered to sit down; she was standing where she was originally lying. Hinamori's eyes squinted themselves slightly as she made her way to the green chair, sitting herself down. The chair felt really comfortable as she sat down on the cushion. The tea cup she picked up with her hand felt extraordinarily smooth, the tea…just as delicious as it smelled. It had a sweet, yet bitter taste to it. The sweetness was so good, it was blissful. The bitterness gave the sweetness a dreadful tang; it made her wonder what had happened to make it so unappetizing when it clearly had a perfect taste to it originally. Despite how faint and gentle it was. She noticed that Bernkastel was looking at her intently, though her eyes showed no hints.
"How does it taste?"
Momo saw no reason to not answer her "It taste bittersweet…."
"I see…."Bernkastel continued watching her guest.
There was pause as Momo drank the tea, wanting to savor that sweet taste that lingered within the bitterness that tasted foul, yet it is what seemed to make the tea what it was. She would've inhaled the tea if she wanted to, but she wanted it to last.
Bernkastel spoke "I could give you a bag of that tea if you want. But unfortunately, I only have one, and it's small. But if you like the flavor that much, you are free to go ahead and take it. I have no use for it." And as she said that, the tea bag she was referring to appeared right next to Momo via golden butterflies, it was in a red cloth sack that held dried grey tea leaves. The tie that held the top of the sack closed was a light blue color. Momo looked at the cloth sack, looking at Bernkastel appreciably.
Bernkastel was actually enjoying her time with Momo, the simple yet meaningful events that have already transpired, made her boring life in the empty space more entertaining. But more than that, there was something, a feeling in her gut that made her want to stay as close to Momo as possible, feeling that something once in a life-time will occur somehow. But she knew not to hope too much, she would be disappointed if this once in a life-time occurrence did not happen at all, but she wouldn't be surprised either "I have decided that I will take part in your existence in both Hueco Mundo and the Soul society. If I bore of it, then I shall simply leave. As I do partake in your existence, I will not be virtually in your way, which should be according to the terms you gave Izuru Kira, right?"
Momo stopped drinking her tea, which was nearly out, looking directly at the Lady on the other side of the room, trying to confirm what she just said. When she was met with silence, she realized that she did not mishear what she said. She knew of her conversation between her and Izuru. She had been watching them. Momo had already decided minuets ago that this was not a dream, even though it highly resembled one. She decided that the beings in front of her were in fact real entities, not just something her mind made up. The reason she thought this was real was because of a feeling she had. But she did not; think that these real beings were who they claimed to be. Yet Bernkastel gave something that only what she claimed they were could possibly do; to know something without being there. Momo's reishi detecting skills are almost non-flawless! Even if a powerful barrier blocked a regular soul's spiritual pressure stood many miles away, she could still sense it if she concentrated hard enough. But in order to hear a conversation, one must be close to the two who are conversing to each other. Defiantly close enough to sense their spiritual pressure. The only exception to that would be a kiddo net that could transfer sound waves, but kiddo also leaves spiritual pressure and none of that was detected.
A theory sprung in her mind, she decided to put it to the test "I you really are a witch, then you wouldn't mind proving it, right? If you do that, then you are free to take part in my existence any way that you please, you can even make it hard for me in minor ways. Plus, I promise you I will make it worth your while."
Bernkastel responded to that immediately "That's fine, I expected I would have to prove myself. If I sent Satan with you, and you took her to Hueco Mundo, and everyone sees and acknowledges her, will that be enough proof?"
Momo merely returned her emotionless gaze.
"Not enough?...well, then I suppose I could actually come down there myself…just make sure you and your master are there, and please be hospitable when I come."
"I'm sorry, but people just showing up aren't any good. So far all you've done is make things appear, including yourselves, appear, and every time golden butterflies appear just before the arrival. It seems more like the ability of a zanpoktou then magic."
Bernkastel looked at her, thoughts dancing behind the lifeless eyes "Yes that is true. How about…." She thought for a moment "…If I show you, and Grimmjow, along with whoever you wish, something that cannot be explained by any logical means."
Momo stared at her, her eyes looking for any hint that she was nervous or lying, but her sharp eyes detected nothing. She sighed "Alright. I suppose I'll just take my leave, if you would be kind enough to send me back." She then thought of something, something that only a subordinate would think of "…and if at all possible, when you arrive, can you please wear something that is more according to our style. Please do the same with Satan when you send her back with me."
Now Satan actually spoke up the voice shocked and irritated "You want me to wear something other than my uniform?"
"Yes. I can't have you going around dressed like a skimpy model. I already have to deal with Loly's outfit as it is. Plus, in the world I come from, wearing stuff like that is considered weird and unusual. I don't want to be humiliated by the likes of you."
"Stop acting like you're higher than me!"
"Well, from what I heard…Bernkastel just handed you over to me, which does make me higher than you."
"She didn't say anything about that! She just said that I have to come with you! It doesn't mean that I follow orders from you!"
Bernkastel, who was silently drinking tea while the two argued, with Satan being the most annoying, spoke up to end the argument "Satan, in the realm where the world of the living, Soul society, and Hueco mundo exist, there is always strong magical resistance. It will be difficult for even me, to go travel between those worlds freely without help. You Satan could not even travel to any world by yourself because you do not have the capability of a Voyager, such as me. You always had to have someone else take you there. So, yes, I have to put you under her in order to allow you to travel safely. Now that I made that point clear, you should both be going."
Before they knew it, they were back in the same exact spot they were before, the sun and wind greeting them the moment they arrived. Bernkastel had already done Momo the favor of changing Satan's clothes, though she only changed the bottom half of the uniform to black jeans with the boots untouched.
Satan was hovering in the air, still in a solid looking figure, looking distastefully at her jeans, whining "Why, Bernkastel-sama? It's not fair! There was nothing wrong with my uniform!" she continued doing this as she followed Momo, not even knowing where she was headed. The constant whining making Momo twitch her eye out of irritation and was sure Grimmjow was going to murder her once he met her.
Momo was going to find either Loly or Luppi first and see if they too, could see Satan. If they could then, once Grimmjow called off the invasion, which he was most likely going to do once he stops fighting Kenpachi, she would also show Satan to him, She figured that she was going no chance to get Hitsugaya this late in the offensive invasion. The chance that she would have a chance to even encounter him was close to 5% anyway.
She decided that, even though she had changed a great deal and even though "Momo Hinamori" did in fact, probably disappear completely, she would still call herself by that name.
Why?
Because a part that "Momo Hinamori" had, did not disappeare.