Maseko turned her head in an almost slow motion action. She looked at him with a flat expression when she blocked Zangetsu with her bare arm, "Back off, shinigami." Maseko said stoically. Ichigo let out a small gasp and raised his blade from her arm.
"What the hell are you?" Ichigo asked in a loud tone.
"Does it matter? We all have spiritual pressure, and now that we're called something different, and our powers are a little different, we have to be killed immediately. Why do you think that is, Ichigo?" Maseko asked, crossing her arms. Ichigo was speechless. He didn't know what the hell she was talking about.
"I... don't know." Ichigo said, scratching the back of his head akwardly.
"Well, it doesn't matter. The thing is, I really don't know either. But, I guess it doesn't matter, considering you have no idea what I'm talking about." Maseko said, shrugging.
"She's got one thing right." Ichigo said, shoulders slumping.
"What's that supposed to mean?!" Maseko yelled, gripping Ichigo's collar fiercely.
"It means you're a dumbass, and I don't like you!" Ichigo yelled, smacking her hand away.
"What happened to your respect for women?" she asked, shoving him roughly.
"It doesn't count for you, 'cause you're basically a man!" Ichigo yelled.
"Oh, you've done it this time, Ichigo!! You're dead!" Maseko yelled, grabbing his collar and throwing him at a building.
"Thought he wasn't worth it, Maseko." Fakedo teased.
"Well, he is now!" Maseko yelled, picking Ichigo up and throwing him at another building.
"Ow...," Ichigo groaned, "That's gonna leave a bruise."
"Hopefully more than a few bruises!" Maseko said.
"Yeah, maybe some cracked bones!" Fakedo yelled.
"Or maybe a hurt pride!" Maseko said, stomping his face into the ground.
"Maseko, you're gonna kill him." Fakedo said, as if she didn't really care if she killed him or not.
"That's the point, my friend!" Maseko said. Finally, somebody decided to step in. Chad got out of his dazed state and ran towards Maseko and the bloodied up Ichigo. He got behind Maseko and grabbed her arms, holding them behind her back. Maseko's eyes widened, and tried her hardest to break free, but Chad was too strong.
"Chad , let me go!" Maseko complained, squirming in his arms.
"Not until you stop beating up Ichigo." Chad answered stoically.
"Okay, fine, just stop touching me!" Maseko yelled as Chad released her. She crossed her arms and pouted silently.
"Thanks Chad." Ichigo muttered, shaking the rubble out of his hair.
"Don't mention it." said Chad cooly.
"What were you thinking, Maseko?" Orihime asked, furrowing her brows.
"I... I guess I was mad, Orihime," Maseko said, sighing. She uncrossed her arms and walked away, "I'm gonna go shopping. Don't bother me."
"What's wrong with her?" Ichigo asked dumbly.
"What do you think, dumbass?" Fakeo said, following Maseko into the town.
"Fakedo, she said-" Chad tried to say, but was interrupted by Fakedo.
"She won't mind if it's me. See you guys later," Fakedo said, running after Maseko, "Maseko, wait up!" Fakedo said, following her into a store.
"What?" Maseko asked, not bothering to turn around.
"What's wrong?" Fakedo asked, placing her hand on Maseko's shoulder.
"Nothing." Maseko deadpanned, smacking Fakedo's hand away.
"Hmm... let me guess... you're... falling in love... with... Ichigo... but... you hate him?" Fakedo said, smiling a bit.
"How did you come up with that conclusion?!" Maseko asked, almost yelling.
"My intuition... and your body language when you were fighting him. If you just hated him, you probably would have killed him in the first blow." Fakedo said, holding up her finger pointedly.
Maseko sniffled, "Your intuition knows me sooo well!" she said, grabbing Fakedo in a loose hug. Fakedo loosely hugged her back, then released her, "What do you mean, body language?!" Maseko yelled, looming over Fakedo angrily.
"That. You have extreme mood swings... When you're in love, anyway." Fakedo said, backing away a little from her friend.
Maseko's expression softened, "Oh. Okay!" she said, smiling.
"Hey, Maseko, don't you think we should be getting back to the others?" Fakedo asked, tilting her head.
"You have a point." Maseko said, leading Fakedo out of the store, back towards the group of people. Once the two arrived, they saw that the group was... arguing or something.
"Why are you here?" Ichigo asked someone fiercely, drawing Zangetsu again.
"Who could he be talking to?" Fakedo asked. She suddenly felt the spiritual pressure of an arrancar. Her eyes widened.
"I don't know, but it feels like an arrancar." Maseko said, walking a little bit faster.
"I know. What could an arrancar be doing here?" Fakedo asked.
"Unfinished business?" Maseko guessed. Fakedo didn't think so. They finally got to the group, and saw a man in white, with blue hair and blue eyes. He had this... jaw... thing, on his cheek. Maseko's eyes widened, exactly when Fakedo's did.
"Why... is Grimmjow here?" Fakedo said, her breath getting a little ragged.
"I don't know. I looks like... he wants to fight with Ichigo." Maseko said, her eyebrows furrowing. Maseko didn't know Grimmjow personally, but Fakedo has told her about him, and according to her friend, he wasn't too nice.
"Hmm... I don't doubt it. He's a lunatic, complete fight-addict." Fakedo said, shrugging.
"You've told me. Ichigo! Who's this joker?" Maseko asked, even though she knew who he was.
"His name's Grimmjow. I thought I'd killed him, but apparently not." Ichigo growled.
"Well, if it isn't Fakedo! Wassup?" Grimmjow asked the orange-haired girl before him.
"What do you want, Grimmjow?" Fakedo deadpanned.
"You still owe your life to Aizen-sama." Grimmjow said, his face getting serious.
"I don't owe anything to Aizen-sama." Fakedo mocked, her hands perched on her hips.
"Hey, how 'bout you leave my girl alone?" Maseko asked, stepping in front of her friend.
"Oh? Who is this, Fakedo? A friend...," Grimmjow sniffed Maseko's hair, "that smells of Bount? And she ain't bad lookin' either." Maseko's eyes got wide. How did he figure that out? How does he even know what a Bount smells like? Maseko thought.
"What are you talking about, Grimmjow?" Fakedo stuttered, "She's not a Bount." Fakedo quickly moved Maseko out of the way.
"Yeah, just like you're not an Arrancar." Grimmjow smirked, and the whole group gasped.
"Grimmjow!" Fakedo and Maseko yelled at the same time.