"My stomach hurts!" Rakuen complained, rubbing her stomach carefully.
Memuro looked at her curiously. "Why?"
"I'm planning to be a female Sephiroth at the next convention." She explained. "So I have to have a flatter stomach."
"Oh my…"
Meh, why can't you be Tyki like you were last year?
"It's against the code!" Rakuen placed her hands on her hips.
There's a code…?
"Cosplayers Code! Never use the same cosplay unless in an emergency."
Isn't this one?
"…No."
Memuro sighed as the Narrator and Rakuen continued arguing. "Please ignore them and just enjoy the story."
The next day Memuro awoke to a light snoring noise. Exhaustion still seemed to have a hold of her, although considering the previous nights…uh…activities, it wasn't exactly surprising. "Grimmjow..." She groaned, jabbing him lightly in the side.
"Mmgh…" He mumbled against his pillow, ignoring the finger poking his side.
"Grimmjow, wake up. We slept in really late." She pressed, continuing to poke and prod him as she did so.
A hand suddenly grabbed her, pulling her down to the mattress roughly. "I'm sleeping…" A tired scowl stared down at her as Grimmjow hovered over her.
"Not anymore." She commented with a large smile spread across her lips. Her features fell a bit as she felt a shock of pain spread through her back. The pain reminded her of her wound from the previous day, and of her friends.
The sexta espada frowned down at her. "What?"
"I'm just worried about my friends." Memuro mentioned, looking away embarrassedly as he got out of bed and walked toward the closet, completely naked as he did so. "We should go see if we can help them."
A white shirt and a pair of white hakama were thrown at her. "Put those on." After putting on a fresh uniform himself, he snickered, enjoying himself as he watched the buxom shinigami struggle to cover her large breasts with the jacket. "Havin' fun?"
She glared in reply. "It's your fault for tearing apart my clothes. You just couldn't resist me, could you?" She teased, sticking out her tongue in his direction.
Roughly, he pulled her against his chest. "You're just so irresistible…" He purred, nipping at her ear. The shinigami was quickly distracted by Grimmjow sucking on her neck; she didn't even notice as he tore apart another piece of cloth and wrapped it around her chest. He smirked down at her, admiring his work. "There, you don't need to worry about your shirt problems anymore."
"Right…" She mumbled, looking down at her tightly bound chest. "It's kinda uncomfortable. But whatever, let's go."
"Where're we going?" The espada asked, amused at her enthusiasm.
Opening her mouth slightly, she stopped. "That's a good question…From what I can sense, no one is fighting anymore. Do you think they could have won that quickly?"
Crossing his arms, he scowled. "I dunno. Che, maybe with Ichigo on their side. The kid's tough."
"He is. We should go check on him first." Memuro smiled, walking toward the door. "C'mon, Grimmjow, let's go meet them."
"…Yeah, yeah, I'm coming."
"Memuro…!!" Ichigo's eyes widened as he watched Memuro and Grimmjow approach them. "What are you doing with him?!"
Placing her hand on the espada's arm, she smiled at her friends. "Now, Ichigo, be nice. He won't cause anymore problems, I promise."
Grimmjow scowled in reply. "I'll kick his ass if he keeps talkin' like this…"
The unnoticed Orihime tentatively spoke up. "Chiyote-san, please let me heal that wound on your back."
"Oh, right…" Memuro mumbled, taking notice of the pain she'd been blocking out until then. It took her all not to show any of the pain that was burning through her body. "Thank you, Orihime-chan, would you heal Grimmjow first though?"
The sexta shoved her forward, making her sit on the ground as he did so. "Don't be stupid. Take care of her first." He grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest and staring down at her boredly.
"O-okay," the bosomy teen nodded calling forth Ayame and Shun'ō and getting to work healing Memuro.
One corner of her mouth twitched upward; Grimmjow could actually be considerate at times. The third seat was actually pretty surprised that he was listening to her and not causing any problems. Maybe she meant more to him than she had originally assumed…
The healing was over with rather quickly, so Orihime moved on to the wounded arrancar. Ichigo then took note of Memuro's new…interesting outfit. "Hey, what happened to your clothes?"
A bright blush spread across her cheeks, but she just looked away. "Wh-what do ya think happens when you get a huge cut across your back that goes right through your shirt?!"
Grimmjow smirked, looking over at the two of them. "Is that what happened last night?"
"Yes, yes it is." Memuro muttered through gritted teeth. "But what about you, Ichigo? How did you manage to take care of the other arrancar that appeared?"
"…Kenpachi came." He mentioned, his features becoming a bit distant. She watched him as he remained lost in thought
"So we won then." The purple haired shinigami smiled. "I knew we would."
"…What about Ulquiorra?" Grimmjow asked, walking over to the two of them now that his healing was finished. "I felt you fight him, Ichigo."
Ichigo snapped out of his thoughts and looked over at the shinigami and arrancar. "Yeah, I defeated him…"
Memuro looked around, taking notice that it was only Ichigo and Orihime around. "Speaking of which, where are the others? You've all finished fighting, so why are you all just waiting around?"
"Aizen went through the gates with the other former taichō, and he has us all stuck here." Orihime mentioned, standing next to Ichigo and looking down at her feet. "They were going to destroy Karakura Town…"
"But the other taichō were waiting for them." Ichigo added.
"I see…" The shinigami mumbled. Closing her eyes momentarily, she focused on any other reiatsu she could feel. Rukia, Byakuya, Renji, Retsu, Isane, Mayuri, Nemu, Kenpachi, Yachiru…All of them seemed to be waiting for something. "We should go find them, so we can all be ready when the battle is over and they open another garganta for us."
After a moment, the male teen smiled at her. "Yeah…"
Memuro's excitement, however, was cut short as she looked over at the arrancar she had fallen in love with. Grimmjow couldn't come to Soul Society with her…could he? There was no way Yamamoto-soutaichō would ever let an arrancar live in Soul Society. So, what could she do? She couldn't live here in Hueco Mundo either.
"You guys go ahead, we'll catch up." She forced a smile at the two teens.
Ichigo nodded, but Orihime seemed more hesitant. "Are you sure?"
"Positive, we'll be there quickly. You two just start getting everyone together, okay?" Memuro watched as they ran off in the direction of the closest reiatsu, which happened to belong to the Kuchiki's and some other much smaller reiatsu.
Grimmjow watched her closely, taking notice of how her expression fell. "Stop lookin' like that." He muttered while walking over to her to make sure she was alright.
Pounding her fist into the nearest wall, she looked over at him frustratedly. "What are we gonna do? I didn't think about it last night, but it's not like you can just come to Soul Society with me! And there's no way that I can stay here…Where can we go?"
Taking hold of her, he roughly pulled her against his chest. "Is that what's worryin' you?"
"How are you so calm?" Memuro mumbled against his chest. "I don't know how this will work out…"
"The human world." He replied.
Looking up at him, she felt her mouth fall slightly agape. "The human world…? Do you think we could really live there?"
"Che, I'll kick anyone's ass who tells us otherwise." The espada grinned, slouching back against the wall Memuro had just placed a hole in.
The third seat began to pace, she seemed to be lost in a world of her own. "Well, Yamamoto-soutaichō might not like the idea of an arrancar living in the human world either, but it's not like earth is under his rule. And Urahara-san has lived there for years and there haven't been any problems with him…but, then again, that's a completely different situation. If we went there we could ask for his help though. And I'm sure if it came down to it we could get Ichigo's help with the whole situation. Living in Karakura Town doesn't sound too bad either…"
Grimmjow continued watching her, amused by just how excitable she was at the moment. "You gonna pace like that all day? It'll be fine, stop worryin'"
"Alright!" She exclaimed, finally coming to a decision. "We'll go to Karakura Town. Even if Yamamoto-soutaichō doesn't like it, it's not like he can banish us from there. And Urahara-san lives there, he can help us out, he's a genius. And Ichigo lives there too, so I'm pretty sure we'll be okay there."
Despite how happy she looked, he couldn't resist rolling his eyes. "You're really over thinkin' this."
"Just trying to be prepared." Memuro smiled at him. "Alright, I think we're good now. Let's go find everyone else."
"…Right." He mumbled, following her closely as they ran through the now empty halls of Las Noches.
Eh…I know, it's kinda short. But this one was fighting me tooth and nail to be written!
"Blah, blah, blah, excuses, excuses…" Rakuen muttered, beating the Narrator's DVD player with a candle stick. "Why doesn't this thing work?!"
Ha! Now you know my pain!!
"Oh, I can't wait to get back to Karakura Town!" Memuro grinned, seeming to be caught up in her own little world.
"Ah, Memuro-chan, it will be a wondrous place for you to live with Grimmjow…" Rakuen added, smiling happily.
Yeah, but that might have to wait until I get my laptop back. It's broken!!! But luckily I had backups of my stories on a flash drive.
"Wow, a smart move from the Narrator…for once." Rakuen grinned, sticking her tongue out at said Narrator.
Although I'm not sure how much more I can take of this! I never realized how much of a hassle it is to write on the main computer in my house. I miss my laptop!!!
Memuro attempted to comfort the sobbing Narrator while Rakuen simply sighed. "Well you shoulda played nice with it…"