Mm...I love nachos...
"You don't have any nachos..." Memuro pointed out, watching the Narrator stare off into space.
I know, but Las Noches always makes me think of lost nachos.
"...I wonder, do they have actually have any nachos in Las Noches?" Rakuen pondered.
Hmm...I don't know...While we contemplate this, you guys go read the next chapter.
"God, how big is this place?" Memuro complained, the two had been wandering through the halls for what felt like hours to the young shinigami, but in truth was only about twenty minutes. "Does Aizen think he'll be cooler if it takes a really long time to get to his throne room, or what?"
"Will you just shut up already! You haven't shut your God damned mouth since you got here!" Grimmjow shouted at her, finally fed up with her whining.
Snickering to herself a bit, the third seat rolled her eyes. The former sexta was far to easy to annoy, it proved to be quite entertaining. "It's not my fault your master decided to get the biggest, most pointlessly complicated fortress in the three worlds!"
"Che...Wasn't my choice to be here." He muttered under his breath, finally coming to a large set of double doors. Not even bothering to knock, the blue haired arrancar shoved open the doors, grabbing the shinigami's wrist and pulling her into the throne room with him. "Aizen-sama, this girl came along with us."
Catching her balance after being shoved forward, Memuro glared back at Grimmjow for a moment before turning her gaze forward and staring up at two former captains she had hoped never to see again. "Ah, well if it isn't little Memuro-chan!" Gin greeted, his mocking grin seeming even more so to the young third seat. "I remember seeing you hanging around Rangiku all the time."
Sōsuke leaned his head to the side, placing it onto his hand. "Chiyote Memuro, third seat of the tenth division. What a surprise to see you here."
Rolling her eyes, she plastered a fake smile across her face. "Well, you know, I just thought I'd pop in to say 'hey!' So now that that's done, I'll just be going back to the real world now..."
"Aw, trying to leave already? You just got here!" Gin's grinned widened a bit, walking over to their 'guest' and placing a hand on her shoulder. "You just have to stay for a bit longer! Besides it would be rude to leave so soon."
"No, really, I left without telling my captain where I was going. Don't wanna be in trouble when I get back." The purple haired shinigami joked, trying her hardest to block out Orochimaru's voice telling her to attack one of them.
"You will remain here." The former sixth division captain stated, standing up and walking over to her. "Grimmjow, you will be the one to watch after her. Take her to the fourth prisoners hold, everything should be set up."
Grimmjow rolled his eyes, stuffing his hand into his pocket. "Whatever..."
Releasing a bit more of his reiatsu, Aizen narrowed his eyes at the former sexta. "If any trouble is to come about because of her, it will mean death for both of you." He threatened, smirking evilly.
Memuro sighed, deciding to go with her better judgment and just go along with it. "May we leave now?"
After a quick moment of staring her down, the ruler or Las Noches nodded. "You are excused."
"Thank you." The purple haired shinigami muttered, remembering her manners. The two walked silently out of the throne room and down the empty halls once again. "Looks like you're gonna be suck with me for a while, huh, Grimmy..."
In a swift motion, Grimmjow took hold of her top and pulled her up, face to face with him. "Don't call me 'Grimmy'..." He growled.
She was a bit shocked, but still nodded as he released her. "Alright, got it. You don't like nicknames." The shinigami and arrancar walked in silence together once again, and a rather uncomfortable one at that. "...So is there anything you do like?"
His answer was short and simple. "Fighting."
"Is that it?" Memuro inquired curiously. It was fairly obvious that he liked fighting, but there had to be more to him than that.
"Yeah, pretty much." The blue haired arrancar really was quite interesting. As the silence returned, they came upon the correct door. Shoving it open, he walked in, dragging her with him, and slamming it shut behind him. "This is where you'll be for a while. There are clothes on that couch there, go change."
She eyed him a bit. "I know you wanna get a good look at this body, but come on..."
"It's my job to make sure you don't have anything that could be used to contact Soul Society." Grimmjow smirked, pointing to her clothes she had on at the moment. "Change."
"Bastard..." She mumbled, finally walking over to the clothes. "Oh, c'mon! What's the point of this?!" She held up the clothes to get a good look at them only to find that they were exactly the same as she had on at the moment only with reversed colors. "This is completely idiotic!"
"You still gotta wear them." He smirked cockily.
Turning her back to him, she pulled off her top and threw it over her head, hoping to have it hit her audience. She then pulled the new top on, feeling a bit odd having it white with black lining. Deciding it would be better just to get it over with, the shinigami dropped her pants, pulling the white pair over as quickly as she could. "There, I'm done now."
Catching the pants she had just thrown at him, his smirk seemed to grow wider. "Just switch your shoes and give me your sword and you'll be done." The former sexta took a seat on the couch and leaned back a bit. "Nice ass by the way."
A shoe to his face was his only reply. "Stupid, perverted jerk..." Memuro muttered to herself, adjusting the odd shoes she now had to wear. "There. Is that it?" She asked, throwing the other shoe at him.
"Hand over your weapon." He said, getting up and putting all of her clothes in a pile on the couch. "Then I'll leave."
She debated within herself for a moment, before deciding she would get it back later. "...Alright, here..."
Grimmjow took the zanpakuto and tossing it on the pile of clothes. "One more thing..." Grinning evilly, he reached into her top and pulled her cell phone out. "Don't think it'd be that smart to let you keep this...So I'll hold onto it."
"Fuck!" She thought to herself, a blush spreading across her cheeks. "How did he know I had it there?! And how dare he stick his hand down my shirt!!"
"Nice chest too..." He smirked, stuffing the phone in his pocket and picking up the clothes and sword. "Stay in here. Someone'll come up with some food for you later. Don't you dare leave."
The blush just seemed to get worse. "You jack ass!!" She shouted at him as he walked out, closing the door just as the small chair in the room collided with the wall. "What the hell am I supposed to do now?!" She was stuck in a room with a table, a couch, a bed, a broken chair, and a window, and was officially the most pissed off she'd been in a long time. "Y'know what? Fuck this! I'm going! And nobody is gonna stop me!"
She stormed over to the door, yanking it open to reveal a very tall, thin arrancar with an eye patch and a spoon shaped hood. "Hmm...What do we have here?" He grinned widely, showing a large amount of teeth.
Quickly closing the door, she leaned against it. "Maybe I should wait..."
The door began to open, but suddenly it closed again. Curiously, Memuro cracked the door open and peeked her head out. "What the hell did I just tell you about staying there?!" Grimmjow scowled, staring down at her.
"Well, what am I supposed to do?! Just stare at the wall until I'm dead or something?!" She frowned up at him, crossing her arms over her chest. "If you're gonna keep people stuck in here can't you at least give them something to do?"
"There's nothin' to do here. So just stay in your room." He said, turning to leave again.
She pulled the door even further open. "Can't I come with you then? Anything would be better than doing nothing in this room!"
"No." He answered, pushing her back into the room and pulling the door shut. "I got shit to do, and I don't need you following me around while I do it! You keep starting trouble and I'll take care of ya myself!"
The feisty purple haired shinigami settled for just laying on her bed and staring at the ceiling. "I guess I'll just have to wait for them to come get me in this tiny, stupid room..." She sighed to herself and rolled on her side to face the wall. "Hurry, guys..."
Meanwhile in the real world, the six shinigami gathered around the large tv...thing in Orihime's home. "They have not only taken Inoue Orihime, but also third seat of my division Chiyote Memuro." Tōshirō stated.
"We have to do something to assist them!" Rangiku pressed, fearing for her friends.
On the screen Jūshirō sighed. "If Chiyote was taken than we can only assume that she's dead."
"Dead...?" Rukia repeated, not quite believing it, but still shocked.
Ichigo's fists tightened as the sickly captain continued. "Yes, and if Inoue was taken also that most likely means she met the same end...I'm afraid that there's nothing we can do...for either of them."
"There's no way either of them are dead!!" Ichigo shouted, finally feeling fed up. "That's bullshit, and you all know it!"
"...Ichigo..." Rukia mumbled, watching him continue yelling at her captain. But she knew he was right, there's no reason for them to hurt Orihime or Memuro. She just had to keep on believing.
Don't stop believing!! ...Now Journey you can sing!
"Oh wow, I didn't know the Narrator liked to sing..." Memuro grinned, watching the Narrator dance around stupidly while singing along to Journey.
"Hey, how come you never like when we sing?" Rakuen asked.
It's the songs! Blame the songs!