Rakuen slowly walked into...Memuro's mind. "I feel pretty! Oh so pretty--OW!!" The Narrator whistled innocently, hiding the other shoe she had been about to iaccidentally/i throw at the girl. "What was that for? I wasn't even singing off key!"
No, you sound fine. Just sing something else. I'm not going to be stuck here with you singing things from West Side Story.
"...Fine..." She grumbled.
"When is my porn coming?!" Memuro whined.
Rakuen looked from Memuro to the Narrator, then back. "Hold your horses, Memu! This is only the fifth chapter." Thoughtfully, she placed her hand to her chin. "But, out of the frying pan and into the fire, right? When is the porn coming?"
Uh...ehehehehe...While I attempt to get out of the porn talk, why don't you all go enjoy the chapter?
"We should be looooooveeeeers!!!" Rakuen and Memuro sang together.
Oh God, not this again...
"...What the hell does Hitsugaya think he's doing?!" Memuro glowered to herself, pulling herself up for another sit up. She didn't quite know what it was about this particular park, but she was finding herself there more and more.
There was a light scoffing noise in her head. "Someones obviously P. today. Oh, no, that's right, you're bitchy every day."
The purple haired girl hissed to herself, flipping herself down from the bar she'd been working out on. "Yeah, and mister I'm-just-gonna-fucking-complain-all-day-and-bitch-about-not-being-able-to-fight-just-for-the-hell-of-it is one to talk."
Orochimaru's biting response was cut off when a loud scream pulled Memuro out of her conversation. "Ha...H-help!! ...He...help me!!" The spirit of a young woman ran into the park, holding a small bundle of something in her arms as she ran away from the large, spider-like hallow that was chasing her.
"Finally some action!" He cheered, obviously pleased to be doing something other than sitting on the sidelines.
"Relax, it's just a weak, pathetic hallow." The third seat frowned, unsheathing her zanpakutō and jumping at the hallow. Just as she had assumed, it was gone just as quickly as it had appeared. "See what I mean?"
Pulsations ran through her sword, letting her know that Orochimaru was happy nonetheless. "I don't care, it just feels good to do anything!"
"Waaah!!" A loud cry was heard from behind a tree at the edge of the park.
Slowly, Memuro crept toward where the crying was coming from. "Excuse me..." The young woman she'd just saved was sitting at the trunk of that tree, clutching a crying infant close to her chest and staring up at her with fear. "There's no need to be afraid. I'm here to help you."
She held the baby closer, her voice quivering slightly. "What do you want...?"
"Your journey here is almost done. I'll send you to a place where you will no longer need to fear attacks from hallows. You and your child will be perfectly safe." She smiled comfortingly, flipping Orochimaru around so she could stamp their foreheads.
The woman reached out a hand to grab the shinigami's wrist. "Will he...will my Yoshirō be there?"
She took the spirit's hand in hers. "...Yes, I'm positive he will."
Clearing her throat of the lump that had formed, the woman nodded. "Alright...I'm ready. But first...who are you?"
Pulling up her weapon, Memuro tapped the child and it's mother on the head. "My name is Chiyote Memuro, third seat of the tenth division of the Gotei thirteen."
"Thank you...Chiyote Memuro...Thank you so much..." The woman smiled, tearing lightly as she held the infant closer, kissing it softly on it's forehead. The third seat smiled to herself, watching the two fade away.
"Well that was gay as hell." The zanpakutō spirit muttered.
"Shut up, you just have no idea how hard it is on lost souls like that..." She sighed, sheathing the restless sword and setting it off to the side once again.
The spirit snorted. "Che. You're just saying that 'cause you remember the days when you were a lost, terrified young soul, running away from the horrible giant creatures wanting nothing more than to devour your entire being."
"My God! Don't you ever shut up?!" Her anger quickly faded as she felt a familiar reiatsu flooding the area. "It's him..."
"You talkin' about me?" The condescending smirk gracing his features grew a bit as he stared down at her.
She smirked right back at him. "Just saying how much I missed having you around."
Grimmjow rolled his eyes stuffing his one hand into his pocket. "Right."
Carefully, Memuro took a seat on the bench next to her weapon, relaxing ever so lightly. "So what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be off in Hueco Mundo, terrorizing the smaller arrancar or something?"
"I decided to take a break and try terrorizing the human world a bit."
"Aw, and you decided to come see me? How sweet!" The third seat mocked, crossing her ankles and stretching out on the bench.
"Actually I'm waiting for someone in particular to show up..." He grinned carnally, staring off into the distance.
A flash of black and orange appeared, launching a quick attack at the blue haired arrancar. "Waiting for me, huh? I'm flattered." Ichigo muttered, staring vengefully at Grimmjow. "Memuro, you're gonna want to get out of here. I'm going to show him just how much I've changed in the past month..."
"No..." The former espada grinned, grabbing Memuro's arm and pulling her in front of him. "I like having Memuro here. It makes things more interesting..."
Ichigo glowered at him, carefully launching an attack at the arrancar. Grimmjow was about to pull the female shinigami back with him, but she landed a kick on his side, causing him to release her. She quickly took that moment to grab Orochimaru and run off. "Everyone else needs me more!!" She shouted back at them as she ran.
As she arrived, shikai already released, she found that her captain already seemed to have things under control. "Chiyote, watch out!" Hitsugaya shouted, attacking one of the arrancar with his bankai.
"You guys have it handled here?" She questioned, standing off to the side watching the group recuperate for a moment.
"Yes...Why? Is there somewhere you need to be?" Rangiku asked, wiping some of the blood from her forehead. "Memuro-chan?"
Memuro didn't even hear the question. She was too busy focusing on Ichigo's quickly falling reiatsu, and Rukia's sudden appearance. Without a word to the rest of them, she was off, running back toward the park. Another, different reiatsu spiked up in the park area, a foreign one she'd never felt before. "Wonder who that could be...?" Orochimaru hissed in her head.
In the distance she saw a large blast light up the area. "I've gotta hurry!"
"...Piece of shit!" Grimmjow growled, pulling out his sword. "Grind--"
"Grimmjow!" Memuro shouted, watching as another arrancar showed up just in time to stop him from releasing his weapon.
"Ul...quiorra." He hissed, staring up at him with pure hatred.
Ulquiorra stared down at him blankly, no emotion at all on his face. "The mission is complete. We're going back."
Without even realizing what she was doing, she flash stepped right next to the blue haired arrancar and took hold of his arm with her hands. "Sheath your weapon...Grimmjow." At that moment a negacion beam surrounded the three of them.
Ichigo's eyes widened as he watched the three of them beginning to rise up. "Negacion...Memuro!!"
"Memuro...!!" Rukia's eyes widened also as she watch one of her close friends getting pulled away with two arrancar. "Memuro!! We'll save you!"
She smiled wearily at the two of them. "I'll be fine...Don't worry about me..."
A hand in her hair yanked her back to her current predicament. "What the hell do you think you're doin'?!" Grimmjow asked, glaring harshly at her.
"Trash like that does not belong in Las Noches." Ulquiorra mumbled, staring blankly at the two of them still.
Memuro yanked the former sexta's hand from her hair. "Why don't we just see what Aizen-sama thinks..."
The three landed in front of a large fortress in the middle of a dark desert. Speaking in a monotone voice, Ulquiorra closed his eyes and stuffed his hands in his pockets, heading into the fortress. "She will be under your charge, Grimmjow. Take her to Aizen-sama and let him judge her."
"Yeah, yeah...C'mon." Grimmjow grumbled, grabbing her by the edge of her top and pulling her along.
"H-hey!" She shouted, blushing a bit as she pulled her top up more to prevent any unwanted flashing of her breasts. "You don't grab a lady like that! It's like your trying to rip my top off!"
Quickly, he let go of her top, and took hold of her arm instead, still continuing to drag her through the halls of the large, fairly desolate, fortress. "Stop complainin'. If it were anyone else but me draggin' you around, you'd probably be dead by now. But I don't have any reason to kill you, so you're fine."
"How kind of you..." She muttered to herself, picking up the pace a bit so he wasn't dragging her as much.
What now?! Let's see Hitsugaya order you around now!
"Hells yeah!" Memuro cheered, pumping her fist in the air.
Rakuen grinned. "Now I bet things are gonna get interesting!"
Yup, but not until the next chapter!