Chapter 4
An albino man sat on his bloodied throne. While he was technically the leader, the king of the Arrancars, there was a better king, his king. But he had abandoned them, left them. Ichigo would pay for that, Shiro would make sure of that.
Gold eyes looked up when the door opened. Grimmjow, his best man entered the room, dragging with him another guy.
"Did you bring me a present Grimmjow?" Shiro asked, eyeing the man hungrily. The man was covered in a few cuts and bruises.
"I think you want to hear what this guy has to say." Gold eyes snapped the bluette before falling to the other man. "Go ahead, tell him what ya' told me." The blue haired man kicked the other, sending him onto the floor in front of Shiro.
"I- I was with my guys the other day, and we -ah were about to beat up by this guy, little midget one but this other guy intervened." The man's eyes darted back and forth uneasily. Shiro was bored, how was this interesting? Another wanna-be gangster. He didn't even know the meaning of a gang. "But this man, he beat all of us. And he had orange hair." This peaked Shiro's interest. He glanced to Grimmjow and saw him grinning.
"What was this man's name?" Shiro asked smoothly, deftly fishing for more information. There was only on orangette around and that was his king.
"Ichigo Kurosaki." Shiro grinned, showing his sharp teeth. Finally he had found his king. "I just want to say I really admire your group-" Shiro looked down and sighed. Now the man was groveling. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Grimmjow approaching, but Shiro held up a staying hand.
"Do you know anything more about MY lovely Ichigo?" Asked Shiro dangerously as he approached the kneeling man.
"No that's all I know about him but-" Shiro reached down and cupped the side of the man's neck, right over an open cut. Shiro gave another sadistic smile, before expertly snapping the man's neck.
Once the man hit the ground, Shiro lifted his hand. There on his papery white hand was a sheen of blood. The combination of the white and red fascinated Shiro. He lifted his hand towards his mouth, still eyeing the red liquid. As his subordinate watched, Shiro languorously licked away the blood, savoring the tang of it. There was only one thing better, the blood of his king. Something Shiro will have again, very soon.
"Grimmjow." The bluette looked up expectantly to his leader, waiting for his orders. "Find him." He didn't need to ask who him was, there was only one person who Shiro really wanted, the orangette.
Shiro went back to his chair, lazily licking his hand as Grimmjow dragged the now dead man out the door. Soon he shall have his king. And this time, no one would get in his way.