With the Captains suffering casualties and heavy injuries on their side, all hope seemed to be lost... until Shinji Hirako appeared, along with the rest of the former Shinigami. Though the aid of the Vizards certainly helped to draw the battle in their favor, it seemed Aizen's power alone proved too much for them.
"Monstruo tonto del gigante," Fuego said as he stood with his same demonic smirk scrawled across his face.
Sonido'ing onto the rocks where this hybrid had just stood, he stood with his knees and back straight, not looking as if he were about to fight at all. He smirked slightly and said, "If I recall correctly shinigami -if that IS what you are- you made an attempt to conceal your name. What makes you think I would one, befriend one of you goddam shinigami, and two, befriend someone who obviously wants to remain nameless?"
He finally held up his hand and said, "Fuego Diminuto -That's my name. You don't have to remember it, because if you wanna fight with me, you'll be wasting too much space in that empty head of yours to be able to fight me and remember it at once. That right Shinigami... Thing?"
"Oi oi, don't call me a Shinigami." He smiled up at the kid, who was now on the higher ground. "That's quite an insult there, but since you didn't know, I'll let it slip. Like I said, I'm just a traveler, okay?"
He sighed and scratched the back of his head. "Fuego eh? Well you're quite confident for someone who looks like he could be in pre-school. But don't worry, I won't forget your name."
"... And you're right, I don't like giving out my name to strangers who attack me." He grinned up at the kid, who seemed to be smiling himself, except it was of insane intent. "... I think I deserve an apology for all that, right?"
He giggled, "... and if you say sorry I'll apologize for calling you short and give you candy! Kids like candy, right? Well, I know I do. Do you?"
He started jumping about another line of outcrops like he was playing hop-skotch, this time with his sword held lightly in his right hand.
"But if you think about it, attacking a stranger is a lot worse then calling someone short, don'tcha think?"
If he considers it an insult then he's part hollow at the very least, but I've never heard of an occurence like that since arrancar. Well... I think I may have heard it in passing but... A vizard was it? Fuego thought, as he did he slowly started to drop his enraged demonic smirk and started to fade into his usual emotionless self.
Well you're quite confident for someone who looks like he could be in pre-school."
Fuego clenched a fist at that one. Although his demonic grin didn't return, he was fairly sure he wanted to punch this guy in the head.
"I think I deserve an apology for all that, right?"
Fuego laughed in his mind, but on the outside he remained emotionless. That statement was... Laughable.
After this... Thing finished his speech, Fuego was back to his calm and emotionless self. After a moment he said, "Obviously you know nothing of the harshness of the enviroment arrancar reside in. In that world, being looked at as little makes you prey, and I don't have the time or the patience for something like that to occur constantly."
The problem is being prey to other arrancar. I may not be weak, but that doesn't mean that there aren't arrancar who are just that much stronger.
"That may or may not be true." He rationalized happily, continuing to jump from jock to rock, occassionally switching feet. "But... hey wait a second... Why're you trying to act so old anyways? You're just a little kid. I should know, people call me young all the time. But whatever!"
"So, are you going to apologize or not?" Remer smiled and stop on the top of a rock, now having gained the higher ground on what would seem like an accident. "If not, I really don't have a choice but to pay you back for breaking my gigai's nose, you know?"
He shrugged, but spun around childishly, looking as if he was about to fall over again before regaining his balance. "You really don't know anything but fighting do you? C'mon! Kids are supposed to have fun."
"If I were still your age... I'd be umm..." With he free hand, he scratched his chin, brows furrowing with concentration. "I'd be a pretend fireman, running around with a happy smile, not this boooorrrinng no-emotion face right now."
"I am six hundred and two. Arrancar don't age shinigami. Or is it hollow? Or are you just someone posing as a hollow? Either way, it doesn't matter," Fuego said with his hands slipping into his pockets. "I have no reason to apologize shinigami, or hollow, or whatever you consider yourself to be."
Tilting his head to the side, Fuego shrugged. "I will not apologize for your ignorance."
"Huh." He turned away from the kid before resting his blade on his shoulder lazily, it's white metal gleaming in the sun. "So that's the way it's going to be, huh?"
Remer sighed before smiling, "Well, you still look like one tiny kid! In that case, Fuueeeeggoooooooo, I guess I won't have to apologize for calling you short. Because that's what you are, short, short, short!"
He giggled and swiveled about on his rock outcrop, smiling as innocently as ever. "I guess that's what you Arrancar really are, just people who love to fight. It's pretty stupid, if you ask me. But keep this in the mind, you were the one who approached me and attacked me first."
As the young boy's bright blue hair blew gently in the air, the tension in the area started to grow. The young boy let out a large breath of air and shrugged. "It was quite rude of you."
He rolled his neck before jumping off his outcrop and landing on the floor below, picking up his gigai with his free hand and hoisting it onto his shoulder with ease, his other hand was occupied by his Zanpakutou, which lazily rested on his other shoulder.
"Well, I got back at you for your onslaughts." Remer giggled and looked at the kid, "See ya!"
Without another word, the blue-haired boy started to walk away. Was that it? Did the boy really think that calling the Arrancar short was enough to get back at the kid for assaulting him? As he continued to walk away, it would seem so.
Fuego's placid and emotionless side had taken over once more, and for once, he wasn't even listening to this ... Thing. He just stood and looked over the mountain, ignoring this ridiculous rip off an arrancar. This shinigami with a side of hollow. This hybrid. Fuego started on into seemingly nothing with another blank expression. He didn't have the patience to deal with such and annoying creature.
Instead of doing anything else he simply started out into space, not having much else to do.
