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Hello readers! I hope you like the story so far :D An update, although it is shorter, I'll try to make it up to you guys! I'd love to know what your thoughts are so far and if you have any advice I would to know! Enjoy
previous chapter...
"And ladies, how can you prove your worth to me? Hmmm?" Shinji smiled. "Well, I know how. Your files said your shootings spectacular, your fluent in many languages, high IQs, know how to fight, and how to deceive. I read that you three are also the full package, and full package you are," he smirked, his eyes landing on Nel's generous chest. "But can you prove that to me is the question? There is a show taking place now actually, I would like you three to be a part of it."
"What type of show?" Rukia growled.
"Well one of pleasure, of course. I have many close friends and important people attending, you are to be a part of it, but you," Shinji looked at Orihime, "You are to please me." Kisuke Urahara said the girl is deadly when it came to her looks, being the risk taker he is, Shinji had to see for himself.
He had no idea what he got himself into.
Chp 7
Shinji's Test
Location: Hotel Landa Palace
Madrid, Spain
Time: 9:28 pm
With a half finished bag of potato chips next to him, Uryu loosened the tie around his neck. Eyes glued onto the screen of his laptop, he quickly typed codes away. As a single sweat rolled down his face, he remembered the conversation he had earlier. 'It is the best of the best,' he mocked, laughing maniacally. "Nobody doubts my work," Uryu said to the screen frowning. Smirk plastered on his, he pressed 'Enter'.
"That'll show that blonde haired bastard," grabbing his laptop he made his way out of the suite room.
Sighing once more, Renji made his way to a secluded room with important people, according to Shinji. He said the man with the funny face… What the actual fuck? Cursing Shinji's name, he looked around. As if the gods were speaking to him, he found a male's gaze looking over him. Said male had a very interestinglooking mustache, The fuck? That doesn't mean you have a funny face… It's probably him. Walking up to the man, Renji began to speak.
"Mr. Francicsco Franco?" He asked unsure.
"Yes! You must be the man Mr. Hirako was telling me about." The man replied with a heavy Spanish accent, smirk plastered onto his face. Why's he staring at me like that? Something on my face..?
"Y-Yeah," Renji replied observing the characteristics of the man.
"Oh Mr. Abarai, you don't have to be tense around me, relax."
"I-I'm sorry?"
"Shinji said you were a different one, could you tell me what that means?" The Spaniard said moving closer to the red haired man.
"What?" Renji was beyond confused, when he felt a large wrinkly hand grope his ass, he let out a very unmanly squeak.
"Alright Jack, can I call you Jack?" The chef asked the quiet giant. Not waiting for a response, he continued.
"So, Jack, I'm only going to tell you this once, so listen up. Mr. Hirako said you were new but are good at what you do, what ever that means… I was assuming he meant buss boying," pointing to the dishes on the tray he continued, "Any ways, so you will be serving the Pa amb tomàquet, Pincho, Pulpo á feira, Mollete, Fabada French, Ollada, Romesco, Alfahor, Flan, and Natillas." Ordering another waiter to do something he turned back to Chad.
"Got it?" Once more he didn't wait for a response, "Good, go on out there Jack! Make me proud!"
Throwing comebacks at each other the entire way there, Grimmjow and Ichigo made it to the baby sitting area. It was near the party room and didn't look any different except for the occasional blocks spread around the room. Walking up to the front desk, the pair saw a girls back facing them.
"Um, Excuse me?" Ichigo tried to get her attention.
"One sec!" She replied in a far too happy tone for the likes of both Ichigo and Grimmjow.
"Mhm…. Mhmm…. alright! Thank you Mr. Hirako!" Hanging up the phone, she began to talk.
"You must be the folks Mr. Hirako was telling me about! It's so nice to see new faces around here!" Turning around her face paled and expression dropped.
"OH! My apologies, I thought you were someone else! What can I help you with?"
Grimmjow wanted to slam his face into the desk. Numerous times. Ichigo sighed.
"The blonde haired bastard sent us," Grimmjow said to the girl. Her jaw hit the floor.
Elbowing him, hard, Ichigo looked apologized. "Forgive my… acquaintance here for his foul language, he's had a little too much to drink," Ichigo lied. But then remembered the situation he was in, "Forget that actually," he laughed awkwardly rubbing his neck, "Shinji sent us to… help."
"O-Oh, of course! J-Just follow me!" The girl nervously replied, worrying for not only the safety of the children but her self.
"You want us to where this?" Rukia asked for the second time.
"Yes," Shinji nodded his head.
"In public?" She asked once more.
"Yup."
"Are you fucking insane?" Rukia shrieked. "Its two pieces of fabric! This is madness!"
"Rukia it could be worse," Nel attempted to defend looking over the two pieces once more.
"Instead of wearing the shorts you could always wear the skirt?" She offered lifting up the two inched fabric she assumed to be a tutu of sorts.
"Nel, that offers no coverage what so ever! I'd rather wear this skimpy underwear!" Rukia growled. Grabbing the corset and 'shorts' she made her way to the closet to change.
"I'll ask about how your show went later, good luck ladies!" Shinji said loud enough for Rukia to hear from the near by closet. Looking once more at Nel, his gaze shifted to Orihime.
"It's your turn princess," offering his arm to her, he made his way back to his chambers.
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loverofliterature_111
Those were a few Spaniard dishes, Mollete is a type of bread, Pa amb tomàquet is bread with tomato and so one.
