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A/N: I made severe editation to Chapter 8, since I got Menoly and Loly mixed up. This chapter is a bit on the short side, and it's not the best chapter...but it's the only way I can figure on how to break it up.

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Chapter Nine Blood Stained Robes Pt.2

"Make sense, and I will discontinue…" He growled gently.

He really was attractive; one could call him conventionally beautiful. For though his characteristics were not really thought provoking, the way he carried himself was a commodity on its own. But his eyes…they were embodied by something utterly different. They were a part of his body that carried its own bedroom commentary; wizened in the stew of its own wit.

And the moonlight seemed to grow feeble when it engulfed his solid form…as if it was afraid he may be dissatisfied with bulk of its luminance. And there was nothing more frightening than a dissatisfied Aizen Sousuke.

Therefore, to sate his superiority complex, she only gasped when the tip of his tongue moistened the crevasse of her naval.

…but she could not explain the feeling that came next.

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Her feeling of pure horror was masked by solemnity. They, whom were so eager to terrify her, had done so successfully, and she could only greet them with a look of absence. The words were hard to formulate…her heart was absolutely crashing against her ribcage, her pulse quickening with the potency of venom. She wanted to call for help, but she could only sit frozen.

"Aw! What's the matter, Hime-chan!" Loly cooed towards Orihime's unresponsiveness, "You sure are dull! No sense of humor whatsoever! Tsk tsk…

"Aizen-sama must be really bored to have picked someone like you. Aizen-sama must be looking for a…quick fix."

"Tch. He only wants her because she's a big-boobed whore." Menoly added offhandedly.

"I was getting to that!" Loly shrieked.

Menoly rolled her eyes.

"Anyway, we're just going to get right to the point! We're gonna play a little game. You like games…don't you Hime?" Loly stepped over, a coarse grin on her face. "It's a classic. You know…cat and mouse."

"Dog and cat."

"Run and chase."

Menoly smirked, "Live…or die."

Orihime stood, her fingers curling so deeply into her palms that her knuckles turned white. "Santen Kesshun!!!"

But the zap was not efficient enough. Orihime gaped as her attack was flung off course...severing an unfortunate bookcase instead.

When tattered book pages flapped about, both arrancar women grinned.

"Eh?! Weak bitch! Take this!" Loly threw out an outstretched palm, and a cylindrical cero immediately deteriorated the surrounding space. Orihime barely had time to dodge. She threw herself sideways, but the awkward angling of her foot movement caused her pivot to be off; she shrieked as her shoulder was scorched. Blood flowed over the charred epidermis.

"Nigeru!!" Loly howled maniacally. "Run little Princess, because this is it!!"

And that was when Menoly charged. Orihime barely had any time to recover from the singeing pain…the blonde had sonido'ed forward, burying the sharp edge of her heel into Orihime's belly cavity.

"Ugh—!!" She flew some distance, spittle and blood gushing up from her throat in globules. And when she landed, she could only expulse suffering wheezes.

Their laughter rang in her ears with the immensity of a freight train.

"Where'd she go??"

"I dunno…let's split up."

Blood and saliva was trickling down her chin. Her limbs felt like one thousand pounds of charged iron…she could not move…even breathing sent a horde of pain spiraling through her system.

"Oooh…Hime-chaaa~n!"

"Oi…Loly, maybe we shouldn't do this…"

Orihime closed her eyes.

"Why not? We can just make her heal herself later and it'll look like it never happened." The simpleton responded from several feet away.

Menoly appeared to sigh. "…don't you think she'll tell Aizen-sama?"

"The concubine is not that stupid. I mean, I know there's an uneven proportion between boobs and brains--"

"…but what if she does?"

Orihime writhed in her corner of rubble. If she could move…if only she could move…but she could not decide what was weighing her down more; her fear, or her burning pain, or the idea that her worthlessness was even heavier than anything she'd ever endured. She found that there was a difference between knowing that you're worthless…and feeling that you are.

A few swearwords emanated from wherever the female arrancar were, and then, she heard them move.

She cycled through her limited options. Get up and attempt to run. Surrender and get beaten to a pulp. Or try another Santen Kesshun. But since her powers were so weak, they would only serve as a minimal distraction…and then where would she go?

"There she is!!"

The hair on her head was wrenched so tightly that she could feel them being stripped from their pores. Loly dragged her out like a dying fish, her legs but useless slivers of flesh.

"Now…" Loly dragged her up to her knees, "What do you have to say for yourself??!"

Orihime mouthed a few squeaks, which resulted in a chastising backhand.

"Try…again…" Loly growled.

Orihime pinched her eyes shut. "Ss…sante—santen kessh—"

"Loly!! Get out of the way!!"

"—un!!"

Orihime's golden attack whizzed forward, and Loly was forced to toss the girl aside like a sack of potatoes. Inoue's body flew…over a nearby railing, and she landed in the very center of the library, her body slumped between two looming bookcases. Unfortunately, the bulk of the force of her fall was placed upon her left arm.

CRUNCH

"Iie!!!!!!"

Orihime and Loly howled in their respective locations, both girls' gripping severely injured arms.

"That bitch nearly cut my arm off!!"

"Iie…I can't move…"

"Come on Menoly, that's enough—You remember what happened last time--"

"Well guess what," Loly spat violently to her counterpart, "Grimmy's not here and the bitch is gonna pay like hell—"

"I can only guess…what that may mean."

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And when he turned his eyes upon Menoly, she could only quiver in defeat…could only grow pale when a quirky smile lit his blood spattered expression.

"Konbon wa." He said shortly…and when he smoothed his fingers through his hair, the blood became embedded in the foremost of his brown tendrils.

"Good evening, Aizen-sama…" Menoly bit out, averting her eyes from her dead friend.

"Good evening…and, goodbye."

She told herself she would not scream. That when her death came, she would only go out in a shimmer of particles and not a sound would be elicited from her lips.

But she did.

And no one but Aizen was the merrier.

"Iya!!! Aizen-sama!!!"