On a brightly lit street stood a dark bar, though it wasn't really dark, light spilled out every crack it could find accompanied by voices and music. No, one couldn't call it dark, but you could only describe it that way since the walls and windows had been painted black. The door was a bright red, the named tagged on it in white. Demons run. The name certainly did it justice because it was a place where demons run to and where some run from. The patrons, as they entered, nodded greetings to a orange cat with odd gold eyes. The strange creature lazed on a chair that sat upon a dais, separating it from the rest. It slowly sat up, making its way to the floor, with each step the fur melted away and the limbs stretched. Before long a woman with long orange hair was standing at the bottom of the steps, wearing a short white sun dress that did nothing to hide her assets. Slowly she made her way to the bar, hands trailing along anyone that was within reach, a soft purr emanating from her. A man entered the club, stopping at the doorway. He had a soft smile on his face but his brown eyes showed cold fury.
"My lady," he murmured in a mocking tone, bowing to her. Eyes narrowed hissing and growls filling up the club, all eyes on the man. A click cut through the noise, silencing the crowd.
"Get out Aizen, members only," she spat, "nobody here wants to join your crazy war." The man didn't move, not scared of her or the immense powers she wielded. He only wielded a silver tongue that drew strong people to his sides, Aizen couldn't even best her in an arm wrestle at her weakest.
"Why side with those filthy humans, if they knew about this place they would kill us where we stand. They already enslave the half-bloods what's to stop them enslaving us one day?" He asked, a figure of calm but under that cool mask he was burning up with anger and rage. She sneered glaring. How dare he preach about enslavement when he did the same of the humans.
"Hypocrite, who fills most of your army if not slaves of human origin. The man who stands at your left side is a slave. We have no wish to fight Aizen, our only wish is to live peacefully in the forests. The humans fear us because they do not understand us, one day they will but a war will not help with that endeavour. Now leave of your own will or I will force you to leave," she hissed, claws elongating as she spoke.
"Of course my lady," he muttered, bowing before he left. The man on his right lingered for a few seconds, bowing before her and placing a few plums in her hands. She smiled nodding to him, promising to deliver the fruit. He was an odd fellow, as far as she was concerned that man didn't agree with Aizen about the war but was his most loyal follower. Shaking her head she told herself to think about it later.
"What are we going to do Ichigo? His war is fasst becoming a reality and one that I don't like," a man said, his hair a bright pink.
"I don't know Szayel, everyone better leave though. Knowing Aizen he will have informed the hunters of this place out of spite, the bastard," Ichigo cursed, watching as everyone left fleeing in all forms. The sight was enough to make her cry, her people running in fear. When the bar was finally empty she sunk to the floor and allowed herself to cry. If her people saw her like this they would lose what little hope they had.
"I never expected to find you here." The woman in question was leaning against a wall, a grin eating up her face.
"I was hoping you'd show today, I wanted to talk to about something," she said, sliding into one of the pews. Ichigo smirked, walking up to the statue placing the basket of fruits at the base, kneeling to pray.
"It's about Aizen." A smile tugged at her lips. Ichigo quickly finished her pray before joining the odd woman, sliding in beside her. One would assume she was a demon simply by being here but the odd woman was as human as they come.
"Is he a demon? I haven't actually seen him do anything, the halfers seem to have more powers than him," she asked in a curious tone. Ichigo laughed, even the hunters were beginning to question Aizen. For a man who loved being in the limelight he had never started a physical fight with anyone, soon everyone would realise how weak he really was.
"I assure you he is otherwise there would be no war. He is one of the unfortunate few that is the child of two powerful full blooded demons and yet has little to no power. A human child could beat him up without a problem. Aizen posses a silver tongue, he's using it to draw powerful demons to his side, he is making this war seem glorious. The only reason he hasn't attacked our people is because of me. He knows I will destroy him if he tries. Aizen may not respect me but he does fear my powers and what I will do if he harms our people." With that Ichigo stood, bowing to the goddess before she left reverting to her cat form. The woman frowned, she'd gotten the information she wanted but she had many more questions to ask. Grabbing her bag she pulled out a muffin leaving it at the foot of the statue, muttering a quick thanks, copying the actions of the demons.