"Good evening, Gin, Szayel, Lilinette, Chika," Aizen smiled at our arrival. That smile soon turned into a frown with a glare as he added, "You're late."
"We didn' mean t' be, Aizen-sama. It's like this... I wen' t' inform everyone of tha' meetin', then I couldn' fin' Chie-chan n' so I wen' t' Szayel t' tell him 'bout tha' meetin' too, an' t' ask if he seen Chie-chan, but he didn'. So we spen' a lotta time searchin' n' searchin' 'til we found her with Lilinette, an' then Lilinette wanted in, so I invited her along too! Tha' more, tha' merrier, right, Aizen-sama?" Gin explained. Wow... He's a very good liar. And all the pieces in his lie fit so perfectly. I do run off a lot when I'm in a new place, force of habit. I get attached to things - and places - too easily sometimes. And Lilinette is just the sort of person I'd go to for some fun now that I know her, plus Szayel was the perfect person to ask to help find me because, aside from Gin, Szayel's probably done a lot of research on me so he probably knows a lot about me. Gin's a freakin' genius.
"That makes sense..." Aizen said. "Well, take a seat. We have some very important topics to discuss."
Gin wandered over to his seat next to Aizen, whilst Szayel lead Lilinette and I to the other Espada. Lilinette instantly took the seat next to the sleepy fella, Szayel chose his usual one, leaving me with a seat in between the Trash King and Spoon-face. Crap.
Reluctantly, I was about to take my seat when - PLOP! That damn Spoon magically grew arms - or he had them all along and I didn't notice, because spoons aren't usually meant to have arms - and pulled my chair out just as I was about to seat myself, so I landed on the cold, hard floor with a small plop.
The people surrounding me, especially that asshole Grimmjow and the Spoon-faced nightmare, but excluding the little emo and the black dude, who's blind so he obviously couldn't see what happened there, burst into a fit of laughter.
I would normally blush in embarrassment and run away from the scene, but not this time. I stood up quickly, turning to face the spoon. I am now really, REALLY pissed. My hand was pushed out in front of me, some sort of golden magic gathering into it. I don't know what this is, but somehow, I know what to do with it.
"You stupid spoon-faced asshole..." I muttered, releasing the golden glow that had accumulated in my hand. All the laughter in the room ceased as the golden shine made contact with the spoon's face, severely burning it.
After that, I pulled my chair underneath me as I sat down, then resting my arms on the table and sighing deeply as everyone else stared at me, wide-eyed in shock.
The Spoony-spada was twitching in pain from the little explosion. I don't think I did that much damage, only a few burns.
"...It looks like you've discovered how to use your cero properly," Szayel said, quite shocked at first, but that expression was replaced with a grin.
"...YOU... STUPID... LITTLE... FU-"
"Now, now, Nnoitra, there is no need for that sort of language," Aizen said, I saw a slight smirk appear on his face. He was obviously amused by my actions aswell.
"I BET IT'S YOU! YOU GAY FUCKING FRUIT! YOU TOLD HER TO DO THAT TO ME, DIDN'T YOU?" the spoon yelled loudly, aiming the accusations at Szayel.
"Actually, you pushed her into doing it yourself. And if you're looking for a relationship, you're going to have to look elsewhere; I cannot help you, for I am not gay," he responded with a sly smirk, which only pissed Nnoitra off further.
It wasn't long before Aizen was rubbing his temples to prevent an oncoming headache, courtesy of the spoon and the scientist.
"Stop this nonsense!" he demanded.
They glanced up to their Lord briefly before Nnoitra resumed the argument with, "Fuck you."
"Being a dick won't make yours any bigger," Szayel retorted.
"At least I have one!" he countered.
Gasps filled the room, only making Spoon-face's smug smirk even bigger.
"Well then, if you would like to keep it I suggest you shut the fuck up." Szayel finished.
"...Okay, what just happened?" I turned to face my 'master' for an answer.
"Nnoitra-trash had a trashy argument with the pink trash, accusing him of commanding you to cero him like that, then about the pink trash's sexual orientation. Nnoitra-trash then commented about the pink trash's lack of a... Body part. After a threat from the pink trash, concerning Nnoitra-trash's... Parts, the trashy ruckus had ended," he explained. That's a lot of trash.
"Ohh... Okay... Oh, and why couldn't you 'train' me today?"
"Aizen-sama had sent me on a mission, I have only just returned." So Grimmjow wasn't lying...
"Are you finished?" Aizen said, with his hand on his forehead supporting his head as he leant with his elbow on the arm of his throne. "Good. Now let's get down to business... Gin, go and tell those little Arrancar to make some tea."
"Yes, Aizen-sama," Gin said, wandering off to get the disgusting drink made. I've never liked tea or coffee. I love coke, orange drinks and soda. Mmm. Orange soda. I could really go for one right now.
Hey wait, didn't Captain Kuchiki say once you're a Hollow or Shinigami, you can't remember your past life? Then how do I remember my favourite drink?... Or my name?... Or my age and ex-occupation?... Or remembering that you're not meant to remember?...
...Eh, I'll investigate later.
I've always had quirks, this is probably no different.
Gin soon returned with a couple of small Arrancar following, each carrying two cups of tea. They split up in different directions and served the tea to each member at the Espada table - including me, and also to Aizen and his posse.
I stared at it blankly, placing both hands on my lap before asking, "...What is this?"
"It's tea..." my 'master' replied, picking his cup up and gently bringing it to his lips, taking a small sip.
I glanced back at the tea in front of me briefly, then back at him, "Doesn't look like it."
"Well it is."
"Aizen?" I looked up to the Superman-wannabe sitting on his throne.
"Yes?" he replied, bringing his tea closer to his lips for another sip.
"What's this?" I said, lifting a hand from my lap and pointing down at the tea.
"It's tea..." Aizen answered, a bit confused, taking another sip from his.
"How can it be?" I questioned, dropping my hand back down onto my lap.
"What do you mean...?" he squinted at me suspiciously.
"Well, we're kinda in the middle of the desert... Where there is no water... And if I'm not mistaken... You need water to make tea... So what's in there instead?" I should probably duck down and wait for the massive spit-fest.
"Do you really want to know?" Aizen smirked.
"Yes and no."
"Pick one."
"...Yes." Like I'm gonna drink the stuff anyways. This'll only affect them, so I'm good.
Aizen peered over to Szayel, as if to ask him to answer the question.
"Well..." Szayel began his explanation, and within those three seconds, the other Espada's eyes widened to at least the size of dinner plates and, as expected, took a spit-take. Thankfully, I had ducked down before they did, so they were covered in tea whilst I was fine! Muwahahahaha!
"...Okay, let's try this again tomorrow. Dismissed."