...What the hell are you two doing?!
Rakuen and Memuro were currently busying themselves with a sad attempt to fix the Playstation 2. "Are you sure that goes there, Rakuen-san?" Memuro questioned.
"Of course!" Rakuen responded assuredly. "It's very logical that that goes there."
Aren't you supposed to place the correct connections?
"Is it in the manual?" Rakuen asked.
"Did you read the manual?" Memuro responded with another question.
Rakuen snorted. "No one reads the manual these days!"
"Then it's in the manual!"
"No it's no--" Rakuen was cut off as she was electrocuted by the Playstation 2. The Narrator and Memuro couldn't help but crack up as a charred Rakuen stood there. "Yep, next time remind me to read the manual. I'm gonna go wash this shit off..."
Pacing back and forth in the small prisoners hold she had been forced to stay in, Memuro growled in frustration. "That's it! I am sick and tired of waiting!!" She shouted to no one in particular.
Carefully, she opened the small door, peeking her head out to check her surroundings. The coast was clear. As quietly as she could, the third seat crept through the halls of Las Noches, taking extreme precaution to make sure she wouldn't get caught. "Alright, I've made it out of my cell...but where do I go next?" She thought, cursing her spur of the moment attitude.
Continuing down the surprisingly empty hallways, she eventually came across a door with the number eight written across it. Staring at it curiously, she figured it must be the espada's rooms. "Alright! I've got..." She stopped cheering once she realized that Grimmjow was no longer an espada. "Fuck!"
"Ah, soon enough they'll be coming, and I can have new test subjects to experiment on..." A voice echoed through the halls, causing Memuro to panic slightly. Without even really thinking it through, she yanked open the eight door and ran into the room. The stench was horrid, and there were objects and body parts strewn throughout the dark, lab like room. Ignoring all of that, she ran into a different room and dove under the bed. "How are all my lovely experiments at the moment? Going well I see."
"What is with this guy?" Memuro thought to herself, watching him as he moved across the parts of the main room that she could see from the bedroom, taking time to check each and every experiment. "What a dork, I can't believe he's talking to his experiments!"
"I guess that gives me enough time to get changed before the meeting." The pink haired arrancar said to himself, walking into his bedroom.
Covering her eyes, the third seat blushed slightly. "Crap, he's getting naked!"
The sound of material dropping to the ground made her blush slightly worse. "Ah, perfect." He muttered, pulling more clothes out of a small closet in his bedroom. "There we are. I will return soon, my wonderful experiments."
As the door closed, Memuro uncovered her eyes, sighing softly. "Wow, he really is a freak..." Carefully crawling out from under the large bed, she brushed herself off. "I need something to help me get around..."
Scanning through the experiments and other things scattered throughout his home, she let her eyes rest upon the small white shell like object on one of his desks. Coming closer, she found that it was the remnants of someone's hallow mask, a small hair piece. Carefully, she picked up the small mask remnant and placed in her hair. "This should help, but what about the marks..." Digging through the drawers of the desk, she pulled out a small container filled with red paint. Dipping her fingers into the paint she then ran those fingers from the corner of her left eye down to her jaw, creating twin lines of red down her face. "Perfect."
Wiping her fingers off on a rag that was sitting on the desk, she noticed a small envelope with an eight seal on it. Snatching the small envelope, a plan was already forming in her head.
Quickly leaving the creepy suite, she ran down the hallway, hoping not to run into anyone she already knew.
Luckily for her she didn't. She did, however, quite literally run into a large, fat arrancar. "What the hell are you doing?!" He shouted at her.
"Forgive me, sir..." She bowed her head, trying not to piss him off anymore. "I'm currently lost, and looking to find Grimmjow-sans room."
"What would you want with him?" The large arrancar snorted, crossing his arms over his chest.
Pulling out the small envelope, she held it up. "I have a note to deliver from the eighth. Top priority."
"Szayel? I don't even wanna know...Just go down this hallway, you'll know which one's his." He said, turning and walking away.
"Thank you, sir," Memuro muttered, running off before he realized she was a fake. Though he did seem rather dense, so she wasn't exactly concerned about that. Walking down the hallway, she stared at all the unlabeled doors. "Which one is his?!" She sighed in frustration.
One door in particular caught her eye. It was a scratched, dented, and just generally beaten door. "Now that just screams Grimmjow..." She mused, opening the door to the empty room.
The room was surprisingly small. A small sitting area, a bed in the back, a desk and chair, a small fridge and stove crammed into the corner, and only one other door, which the third seat assumed was a bathroom. Not much better than the prisoners hold. Focusing back on her mission, she looked through the small room for her sword and cell phone. "God, you never shut up normally, but now you're not saying a word! Where are you, Orochimaru?!"
Noticing a small amount of pink poking out from under the bed, she grabbed it, pulling the sword and sheath out from under the bed. "God, I thought I'd be stuck laying around here forever." Orochimaru's voice hissed.
"Not my fault!" Memuro rolled her eyes. "Now I've just gotta find my cell phone and we can go, alright?"
"Did you even try checking the drawers of the desk?" He asked.
Stopping for a moment, she smacked her hand to her forehead. "I was getting to that!" Sliding open the drawer she found her cell phone, sitting right on the bottom of the empty drawer. "Wow, that was surprisingly easy."
Snatching the small cell phone, she opened it up and started a text message to Rangiku. 'I'm alive. Send help.' "Short, sweet, and to the point. Now let's go."
As she went to open the door, she heard a voice outside. "...Such a large chest! I had her in my grasps, you should have seen how I dove in to destroy it! It was far to easy, and no one could do a single thing about it!"
"It's that bastard who was fighting my friends..." She hissed. Just knowing it was him caused her blood to boil.
"And that body was simply scandalous, it would have been amazing to destroy her." He continued, cackling evilly.
That was it. Speaking so disrespectfully about her vice captain sent her over the edge. Kicking the door down, Memuro dropped her phone, pulling out her sword and pointing it as him. "You fucking bastard!! No one, disrespects my fukutaichō like that!" Flipping the sword around, she placed both hands on the hilt. "Kill saiga no Orochimaru!!"
The blade shattered as it took the form of a snake that then slid into her mouth. Luppi watched as her eyes became snake like and her teeth became sharper. "I'll destroy you just as easily as I would have your fukutaichō!"
Disappearing for a moment, Luppi couldn't block as she reappeared behind him, summoning a large snake from her tattoo that flew at him, biting onto his shoulder. Before he could even register the first attack, she ran at him from the front, roundhouse kicking him on the head and smashing him into the wall. "How will you kill me if you can't even follow my movements!" She taunted, calling the snake back to her.
"Bitch." He spat, wiping some blood from his head.
In the blink on an eye, she was there, holding him up by his throat. "I will crush you. So you will never be able to talk about Rangiku-fukutaichō like that ever again!"
A hand on her shoulder pulled her back as a flash of white on blue jumped in front of her, creating a cero blast that destroyed both Luppi and the room that had been on the other side of that wall. "That was my kill." Grimmjow muttered, turning to face Memuro.
Her features slowly returned to normal as she released her bankai state. "He disrespected my fukutaichō, I couldn't let him get away with it..." The purple haired shinigami explained, sheathing Orochimaru.
"I don't care." He said, standing closer to her. "You look stupid."
She glared at him as her face grew slightly red. "What the hell is you're problem!?"
Pulling the mask remnants of of her hair and wiping the red marks from her face, he smirked. "Still stupid lookin', but better."
The blush on her cheeks grew a bit, and a small smile formed on her lips. Though she normally would have taken offense at being called stupid looking, but she knew that with Grimmjow that was a compliment. "Alright, whatever..."
"Go back to your room." He said, turning to leave. "I've got shit to do."
"C'mon! I can't go back there! It's so boring!!" She pressed, stomping her foot on the ground childishly. "Why don't I just stay in your room? At least there you've got a kitchen and other things. Please?! I'll be good!"
He rolled his eyes. "You aren't gonna be stayin' in my room."
"But..." She started, grinning evilly. "If I go back to my cell, I'm just going to sneak out again anyway!"
The former sexta glowered, continuing to walk away. "Fine! I don't give a fuck what you do!"
Jumping up and down excitedly, she smiled. "Yes! Thanks, Grimmjow!" She shouted after him, turning to enter his small room. It was a mess, but it wasn't that bad, it was definitely much better than a prisoners hold. "I guess I could clean up for him, to show my gratitude."
"You like him." Orochimaru muttered, snickering to himself.
"No! I'm just grateful to him. If anything, he likes me!" Memuro hissed at the spirit. "He's letting me stay in his room, and he even gave me a compliment!"
The spirit snorted. "Oh, right, 'still stupid lookin' really says I love you."
Blocking out the annoying voice in her head, she decided not to let it bother her. Smiling softly, she got started on the cleaning.
Well, once again we made a chappy really...
"Mmm..." Memuro sighed, taking another sip of her drink.
What the hell is that?
She looked up at the Narrator. "It's a hot chocolate made in cream, it's good."
Looks pretty gross to me...
Just then Rakuen walked in drying her hair. She noticed the cup and took it. "Dude, more bleach for me!"
What the fu--
"What episode?!" Memuro asked, cutting off the Narrator.
"The one that Luppi dies!" Rakuen grinned.
About time you made it that far...OW!
"Nyah!" Rakuen stuck her tongue out at the Narrator as she threw the empty cup at her.
What's with the 'Abuse Narrator day'?!
Rakuen and Memuro grinned together. "Dunno!"
Anyway...
"Come back soon for the next chapter!" They cheered together, waving to the audience.