Still thinking about him, Memuro?
Rakuen rolled her eyes. "Obviously..."
Well...nyah!
"He was so amazingly strong..." Memuro mumbled thoughtfully.
"I have a feeling well see him again soon." Rakuen smiled, patting her friend kindly on the shoulder.
"You really shouldn't focus too much on it..." Rukia said, taking a sip from her juice box. She and Memuro were out having lunch together in a fairly deserted park in the middle of Karakura Town.
The third seat sighed. "I know I shouldn't, but just thinking that the sixth espada was here and was strong enough to kill us all...it's a bit frightening! Someone that powerful is out there..." She shook her head. "Even just watching his fight with Ichigo was dangerous."
Nodding lightly, the young Kuchiki sighed. "Ichigo hasn't quite seemed himself since that battle." She fiddled with the straw in her juice box, gazing off into the distance. "He left, and now I can't feel his reiatsu at all..."
"Don't worry about it." She said, pushing some of her purple hair back behind her ear.
"I know..." The shorter girl replied, setting her juice box down next to her. "He can take care of himself...but the worry is still there in the back of my mind. I just wish I knew what's going through his head..."
Memuro scoffed a bit. "It is Ichigo we're talking about...sometimes I doubt there's anything going on in that empty skull of his."
Chuckling lightly to herself, she nodded. "I know what you mean. Sometimes he's as dense as Renji!"
She laugh lightly. "No kiddin'!" And with that they settled into a comfortable silence.
And now for some down time...
"Don't count on it." Rakuen grinned, poking the lazy Narrator in her side.
Memuro pulled herself up and forced her chin over the bar. "Twenty-nine...Thirty!" Dropping down from the bar she was currently doing pull ups on, the purple haired shinigami stretched a bit before running several laps around the park she was at again. This had been something she'd been doing quite frequently for the past few weeks. Since she couldn't really find a good place to practice with her shikai, she settled for working on her physical skills at the most deserted park in Karakura Town. Deciding to take a small break, she sat down on the nearest bench.
"Done for the day already?" Orochimaru's voice taunted in her head. "I didn't realize coming to the real world made you such a lightweight!"
"Shut up!" She growled back at him, grabbing her water bottle and chugging it all.
Leaning back to take a sip of water, her zanpakutō continued to pester her in her head. "What? I'm only telling the truth! You've been doing these boring exercises since early this morning, not even bothering to practice with me, and already you're tired. It's pretty pathetic..."
"Shut up!!" Memuro growled again. "You have no idea how much harder it is to do this crap in a gigai..."
"Then don't..." He suggested. "Just get out of your gigai and train like a normal shinigami."
"Oh yeah, like a random shinigami waving her sword around isn't gonna attract unwanted attention from hallows..." She scoffed, throwing her empty bottle into a nearby trash can.
He hissed lightly. "Well it'd just be easier to take care of them then. Think about it, no one seems to come to this park anyway. And you'll get rusty with swordplay if you don't practice, it seems rather perfect to me."
Rolling her eyes, Memuro stood up. "I guess I should prepare for if Grimmjow and other arrancar return..."
Swiftly pulling out her soul candy, she popped a pill into her mouth and instructed the artificial soul to stay put and watch for hallows or arrancar. Then unsheathing Orochimaru, she began to practice her stances. "Ah, it feels so great to be out again!" Orochimaru cheered.
Feeling the pulsations from her sword, the purple haired shinigami grinned. "Yeah, I know what you mean! Those gigai can be so constricting!"
"If only we could have a real battle..." He sighed. "That would feel amazing just about now!"
Slashing around her unreleased sword, she smiled to herself. "I know what you mean! It would be so fantastic to have a real battle to practice my hand to hand combat again!!"
"Behind you!" The artificial soul shouted, jumping away just as a large cero blast incinerated part of the park.
"Cover, Orochimaru!" Memuro shouted, releasing her weapon and preparing to defend against whatever happened to appear. Suddenly shooting out from the smoke a white and blue blur attacked her with a reckless kick, which she blocked with her armor but still was sent tumbling backwards.
"Heh, almost weren't fast enough that time..." Grimmjow grinned down at her.
Pushing herself up off the ground she grinned back at him. "Still blocked it, didn't I?"
The artificial soul stood up. "I'll go inform someone!"
"Yeah, alright." Memuro replied, not exactly caring what the temporary soul in her gigai did. She looked over his body, taking notice of the arm he was currently missing. "How much can you do with one arm?" She mused out loud.
"I'll gladly show ya..." He said dangerously.
Her grin widened a bit. "That's what I like to hear..." Hastily launching herself at him, she nearly succeeded in landing a punch but he quickly dodged it, taking that opportunity to knee her in the gut. Coughing a bit at the sheer force of the hit, she still managed to jump back a bit. Okay, direct approach still isn't the smartest way to go about this...
Grinning even more maliciously, he launched himself back at her. His attack was blocked again by her armor, and she attempted to punch him in the chest but he grabbed her wrist before she could even touch him and pulled her against his chest. "Still think the loss of an arm made me weak?" He hissed in her ear causing a shiver to run down her spine.
Using her feet to jump up and kick him in the stomach, he let go of her arm to instead take hold of one of her ankles. Before she could break free he threw her into the metal playground equipment. A noticeable crack was heard as she landed, her leg awkwardly contorted. "Dammit..." She growled, forcing her leg back into a relatively normal shape.
"You'll never beat me..." Grimmjow pridefully said, hovering over her in a menacing manner.
"Taichō, did you feel that?" Rangiku asked her captain as they both stood on the roof of the high school, looking in the distance to where Grimmjow and Memuro were battling.
The white haired captain focused carefully on the reiatsus he could feel. "Chiyote is fighting one of the arrancar..."
"Memuro needs help!!" The artificial soul in Memuro's gigai ran onto the roof to meet up with the captain and his lieutenant. "You must help her! It's an arrancar! They're at the park! Come quickly!!"
Nodding to each other, Tōshirō and Rangiku pulled out their own soul candy and quickly shed their gigai, rushing over to where they could feel their third seat's flaring reiatsu.
Blinking away the blood that was slowly dripping into her eyes, Memuro glared up at Grimmjow. He had finally gotten her down, and was holding her neck tightly. "Giving up now, shinigami?" He asked, gripping her throat even tighter.
She pulled harshly at his arm, nails digging into his warm flesh causing it to blood to slowly drip down his arm. "You....bastard..." She gasped, lack of air causing her to feel light headed.
Just before she blacked out, he released her. Stepping back and sneering down at her he wiped some of the dust off of his hakama. "That wasn't even enough to make me break a sweat..."
Coughing and gasping for breath she glared up at him. "...So...what? Not gonna...finish me off?!"
"As if it were worth my time." He growled, placing his foot on her neck. "Unless you wanna die..."
She knocked away his foot and sat up. "Like I'd wanna die by the hand of an arrancar..." She smirked, making sure to put extra emphasis on the fact he only had one hand.
He rolled his eyes. "Just means I'd only need one hand to kill you myself."
"Right..." Memuro grinned, finding this particular arrancar more and more interesting by the minute.
Well...that's all I got at the moment. It's much later than most people in my area would be awake, so my deads kinda brain at the moment...
"Well, you should just go to sleep then." Memuro suggested.
Grand idea, I'll let Rakuen keep you entertained for now.
"She seems to be doing quite fine keeping herself entertained..." Rakuen mentioned, watching the purple haired shinigami eye Grimmjow.