"Now..." Said a shadowed figure from under the lonely light. "Its Omake theater time again! Ohohohohoo!" Rakuen said with her geisha make up, kimono and the fan she had stolen from Kisuke.
"Um...Rakuen-san what is Omake." Memuro asked cluelessly, making random stars to glitter around Rakuen.
"Of course, so young and inexperienced, dear Memuro-chan...Omake theater time is when we let our inspiration fly and have fun-...OUCH!!!" Rakuen suddenly shouted as the Narrator hit her in the back of the head with the stolen fan.
Don't steal my part!
"You're mean!" Rakuen shouted.
Who writes this story?!
Memuro turned toward the audience, a large sweat drop appearing on her forehead. "Umm...Lets start, shall we?"
After several hours of quite tedious cleaning, Memuro sat down to take a break. The living room area was now clear of random crap, the kitchen now had clean dishes and shiny counters, the bedroom had been picked up and the bed was made. Everything seemed to shine like new, it was perfect...
"Finally..." The purple haired shinigami sighed happily, resting comfortably on the couch.
Not even five seconds after sitting down, the loud sound of the door being punched in was heard. "Ha! Now let's just see that shinigami come here!! I can finally pay him back for what he's done!" Grimmjow had returned, shadow boxing nothing as he used his newly reformed left hand to blast a large hole into the wall.
A large sweat drop formed on the back of her head as she watched him destroy the small room. "Y'know, I did just get done cleaning that..."
"Who fuckin' cares!? I'm back, and this time no one's gonna take my position as the sixth espada!! C'mon!" He smirked, grabbing her roughly and tossing her over his shoulder.
"What the hell're you-?" She shouted, struggling as he placed a firm hand on her ass and carried her out of the small room and through the winding halls of Las Noches. "Grimmjow!! Put me down!!!"
"What if I don't wanna?" He grinned, pinching her ass lightly. "I like havin' you there!"
Squeaking embarrassedly, she dug her elbow into his back. "Stop that!"
Nothing seemed to stop his excitement, apparently he was on top of the world and nothing would be able to stop him. "Just you wait! When that shinigami gets here, I'm going to rip him apart! He couldn't stand a chance against me when I only had one arm, just wait 'til I get him with my real power!"
"That's great, Grimmjow, but really, put me down!!" Memuro shouted, going back to banging on his back.
She didn't even notice as he kicked the door open to the new, much roomier, room. Looking up from her position over his shoulder she noticed the large numeral six on the door. The sexta espada made his way through the large suit until he found the bedroom. A vicious grin spread across his features as he tossed her down on the bed. "It's all mine again…"
Pinning her arms down to the bed he lustfully crashed their lips together. All the violence and strength showed clearly in his kiss as well, but that only seemed to drive the third seat crazy. Everything about this man was so dangerous and powerful, but she wanted all of that, all the excitement she felt just being around him, the fire that seemed to burn her skin in every place he touched. It drove her crazy, the way his teeth dug into her bottom lip as he sucked and bit at it, the way his hands were almost painfully groping her breasts; there was no denying it, this was what she wanted. "Mm…" The shinigami groaned, feeling every inch of him, every curve of his chest, all his well formed muscles, everything. His tongue pushed its way into her mouth, dominating hers as if it were nothing.
The kiss ended as he pulled back to instead kiss and brutally bite at her neck. "I've got my power. I've got my room back. I'm sixth again. And now I'm going to have you." He grinned, sinking his teeth into her soft flesh simply to make her bleed and leave a mark.
"Grimmjow…" She moaned, arching her back at his touch.
Suddenly the touches stopped.
"Grimmjow?" She asked, wondering just what had happened to that burning sensation. "Are you okay? What are you—"
"Shut up." Grimmjow growled, standing up and walking to the door. "Stay here, I've got shit to do."
Though she knew she shouldn't be feeling strange about it, she was a bit disappointed that they didn't get to finish their moment. "Stupid Grimmjow…" Memuro huffed, getting up and walking over to the bathroom to clean herself up.
Myao…This is making me miss some people…
"Does Narrator-chan have someone she loves too?" Memuro asked, looking curiously at the Narrator.
"Huh," Rakuen snorted, "like she could love someone."
Hey!!
Not even a half an hour into the shower, she felt several very familiar reiatsus. "That can't be…Ichigo?" Memuro was out in the blink of an eye, dressed, and equipped with Orochimaru on her side.
"What's this? Did those shinigami actually come to Las Noches for you?" The sword spirit sounded incredulously.
"What are you so surprised about?! They are my friends!" The purple haired woman bit back, running at top speed through the large halls of Las Noches. "I can feel them all! Renji, Ishida-san, Sado-san, Rukia-chan, Orihime-chan, and Ichigo too! They came…I knew they would…"
Although she had been running towards the closest of her friends reiatsus, (which happened to be Renji and Uryū), she suddenly felt Grimmjow's powerful reiatsu flaring. "Grimmjow!" She shouted, turning around completely and running to him.
"What are you doing?! Your friends were so close, and you decide to just screw them all to go find that jackass?" Orochimaru insulted her, obviously none too excited about going to find him.
"I don't know what I'm doing anymore! All I know is that I want to be there, no, I have to be there." The determination was plain on her face as she quickly approached the man she'd found herself falling in love with and two other familiar reiatsus.
"Chiyote-san!" Ichigo shouted upon the third seats arrival. Orihime was there as well, she was healing the orange haired teen while Grimmjow sat off to the side looking positively bored.
But she ignored him, instead walking over to the blue haired arrancar. "What the hell? You go off to fight with my friends and honestly expected me to stay in your room the whole time? Why didn't you take me with!?" Memuro fumed, not completely mad, actually a little relieved that nothing bad had happened to him or her friends.
"Why do ya think I didn't take ya with?!" Grimmjow shouted back, not looking nearly as mad as he should have. "And shut up! You're so fuckin' loud!"
"Who are you calling loud?! You're shouting back at me! And to think I actually chose to come find you!" She huffed crossing her arms and glaring at him.
"Well maybe I didn't want you to come find me!"
"Well fine!!"
"Fine!!!"
They continued to glare at each other, neither wavering for a moment. Ichigo, Orihime, and Nel all watched rather curiously. All of them had one question buzzing about their brains, why was Grimmjow putting up with this?
Finally Memuro gave in, settling for taking a seat next to him on the rubble that was once the wall behind him. "Damn you..." She mumbled, smiling quite contently.
"Ch-Chiyote-san?" Orihime called, a bit tentative to talk with the sexta around.
The third seat looked up at her friends, smiling happily. "Oh right! Sorry, I forgot to come see you guys!" She then proceeded to walk over and give Orihime a friendly hug. "So what happened? Did all of you guys come to find me? Why are you dressed like that, Orihime-chan? What happened to you, Ichigo? And who's that?"
"Inoue got kidnapped too, didn't you know that?" Ichigo said, staring at her strangely.
"I didn't feel her at all while she was here..." Her expression became a bit distant as she tried to recall a time when she could feel the human girls presence, but none came. "Wait...did you heal Grimmjow's arm?"
Orihime nodded shyly, not seeming very happy about doing so. "Yes, I did."
The small child that was with them walked over to stand in front of Memuro. "Are you Itsygo's friend?"
"Yeah, I am. What's your name?" The purple haired girl asked, smiling sweetly at the young girl.
"I'm Nel, who are you?" She replied, still staring up at the third seat rather blankly.
"I'm Chiyote Memuro."
They both stared at each other for a moment before Nel jumped up and, while attempting to give her a hug, ended up head butting the third seat and sending her to the floor. "Help save, Itsygo!!" The little arrancar sobbed, clinging to the purple haired shinigami.
"I'll do everything I can." She reassured Nel, patting her head softly. "Ichigo, what have you been doing to yourself?"
"You act like I wanted to get hurt like this..." He grumbled.
"Who cares about how he got his ass kicked that hard." Grimmjow commented, standing and strutting over to the others. "Just heal him so I can kick his ass!"
Now she understood what the tiny girl had been so distraught over. "There is no way this can end well."
Well, one all nighter and a crying friend later I actually got this done!
"Narrator-chan is such a good friend to have stayed up with her all night!" Memuro smiled.
"Well there's one! I will be expecting the rest soon." Rakuen added, playing with the random things found on the Narrators floor. "Do you even own a dresser?"
Actually yes, it's just not here at the moment.
"Oh wow! Did you know you have a piano under those boxes and clothes and that stuffed animal?" Memuro began playing with the piano.
"Oh, dear Memuro-chan, let a master show you how it's done." Rakuen sat down on the ground next to her and placed her hands on the keyboard. Dramatically pausing for effect, she then proceeded to play Mary Had a Little Lamb.
And that's what I thought.