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.
Nina sauntered lazily into the meeting room, lapping up a small trickle of blood on her chin from a recent kill. Her teeth were stained slightly pink from her most recent murder, and she took her seat, which was for some reason next to her Primera.
She snorted in disgust at the extra Espada, and leaned back in her chair, arms folded against her small chest. She glanced towards Grimmjow and snorted.
He was king, he should be throwing down this two faced fuck and sitting in that seat. Instead here he was scowling and wishing he had the balls to. If she had been as strong as the feisty Primera, she would have killed Aizen the moment he returned.
Aizen's calm brown eyes scanned the room, taking in the new Espada's numbers, reitsu, and the reactions the old and new guard had towards each other. He could tell that there was some animosity, and resentment at his homecoming. How delightful.
"My dear Espada," Aizen began, setting his empty tea cup down. His smooth baritone and friendly smile wrapping around all in the room, and bending them to his will.
"We have reached the final stage in our war against the Soul Society. And with our new weapon, it will be coming to a swift and decisive end." His chocolate eyes locked with every Arrancar in the room, before finally settling on Grimmjow's, a confident smile working its way across his face.
"But before we continue allow me to grace you, my exceptional soldiers, with a demonstration." His eyes never left Grimmjow's, not even when he gave the order to Gin.
The Halls of Las Noches filled with the noise of footsteps like an army had mobilized, yet they moved at a casual pace, and, perhaps, strutted a little as they moved in formation that took up nearly the entire hallway like big shots.
At the lead was Halibel as she walked ahead of the group clad in a pristine uniform that showed off just the right amount of glorious underboob, and thigh, and displayed her glorious, perfectly toned, tight abdomen. At the same time she was modest, yet obviously proud. Her arms were crossed under her large rack, and supported them as she walked with purpose as she lead her dedicated, loyal Fraccion which had grown into an army that rivaled Grimmjow's back when he was the 6th, and Barragan's before the winter battle. She had no idea she were so popular, really, but she certainly knew that her leadership style was worlds apart from most.
At her sides, ad slightly behind were her 5 Fraccion, and, if one had their way, it'd likely be 6. Apache, and Mila Rose to the left, Sun Sun, and the new additions to the right. This was to minimize arguing, more or less.
They entered the meeting just in time to hear Aizen begin his speech, and took a position among the arrancar with quiet that only Halibel, or Aizen could command.
(Would've been longer, but the cycle started, and I dun wanna be too late! )
"Certainly, Aizen Taichou." Came the man's creepy reply, his gaze sweeping the room. "... Would anyone like to volunteer?"
Everyone in the room shrunk back in that moment, causing the man's smile to shrink, just a little. "Mmmm... what should I do?"
There was an errie silence as the man scratched his chin, as if wondering who to call. Like he didn't know already! The fact that Aizen had told him made it known that the slit-eyed creep was just making them nervous!
"... Vaaz-chan?" He finally called out. Everyone seemed to relax at that moment, feeling slightly sorry for the poor espada. "Could you come join lil' ol' me for a second?"
He waited for couple moments, giving the Espada stepped onto the stage. "Now, Vaaz-chan, do you mind if I kill'd you?"
He grabbed her by the hair with his left hand and unsheathed his blade with the other, immediately pressing it to her neck. "It won't hurt much, I promise!"
He paused in afterthought, "Though... I wouldn'int really know."
Smelling fear sweep across the room only made the man's grin widen. All of a sudden, he stopped pulling on her hair and rested his forehead against her own before ruffling her hair.
"Just kiddin'." He murmured, before opening his eyes slightly, revealing his red irises.
"Shoot him dead," He yelled with a gleeful smile. "Shinsou!"
Pulling his blade an inch away from Vaaz's neck, he redirected the darting blade as it flashed across the room, apparently looking for another target, leaving the girl very close to danger, but unharmed.
Needless to say, the blade found it's target.
"Semeink... Ain't it?"
With a single flashstep, the man retracted his blade so that he could still be within an inch of the arrancar, but still be piercing the man's heart. Blood flowed freely from the entrance wound, pouring all over the floor.
"I've heard some nasteh', nasty things about you." Gin whispered into the dying arrancar's ear, clicking his teeth in disapproval. "Insultin' me and my cap'n in front of my beloved Vaaz-chan... do you really think we wouldn't hear?"
"Don't worry, yer' not dead... yet." He chuckled, a smile still splitting the man's face. "However, we needed a test subject for this... and, imagine our surprise when you walked into the room? Somewhat of a god-send, I'd say."
He chuckled again. "Have fun dyin'! And see you in a bit!"
With that, the sadistic man pulled his blade form Semeink's heart, allowing the now lifeless body to slump to the floor.
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What... the hell?!
Who was that guy anyways? He didn't seem like he was one of theirs. Yet, Gin and Aizen had chosen him. Well, whoever he was, he was dead now.
Well, for now at least. From what the Espada had seen in the battle, Aizen could now do some crazy things...
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"Seimenk?" Kaiko's voice broke the soft silence and murmurs of the room, finding it odd that he would be here, despite the fact that he had attempted to gather a rebellion against the very man that now stood before them all. She gave a rather cocky gaze with a half-risen smirk as she leaned on the table over toward his direction. "I thought you'd be leading your own army by now..."
"...Oh, I tried Septima-dono.", he said softly back, just above a whisper. As empty as the room was, it wasn't difficult for ones voice to carry. As a result, one also had to be quite careful what one said. On his own he wouldn't have said anything at all, but if an Espada speaking to you wasn't an excuse, what was?
"Except... Exequias Commander Demonio apparently has more tenure than I. Hear he's looking for a Colonel amongst other things though, so I guess I'll apply.", he paused, taking a moment to add more sugar cubes. "And you, Septima -dono? An Espada? After your last performance, I thought you'd be a Diva by now."
His attention was drawn to a soft squeaking, as a woman in an Espada style apron wheeled in a long cart lined with cups and several huge pots of tea. It was what he presumed would be the first of several."Refreshments....", Seimenk remarked. "One cannot live well, think well, or sleep well if one hast not dined well. You know all about that, Septima -dono." , he said with mock foppishness.
Walking over to it and pouring a cup, he nodded silently to another familiar face. "Hello, Sam." Considering Samyeru was a jerky enthusiast, he didn't think the wolf man would have a taste for tea.
He was going to say something, when Aizen began to speak....
"My dear Espada," Aizen began, setting his empty tea cup down. His smooth baritone and friendly smile wrapping around all in the room, and bending them to his will.
"We have reached the final stage in our war against the Soul Society. And with our new weapon, it will be coming to a swift and decisive end." His chocolate eyes locked with every Arrancar in the room, before finally settling on Grimmjow's, a confident smile working its way across his face.
"But before we continue allow me to grace you, my exceptional soldiers, with a demonstration." His eyes never left Grimmjow's, not even when he gave the order to Gin.
"Gin, you know the one."
Before they could 'demonstrate' anything, a quartet of femme fetales entered the room, destracting him for a moment. "Tresa-dono, Good evening.", he bowed before turning around.
A shining beam of light suddenly striking him in the chest.
"Wha-AAAAAAAAAAAAAUGH! What the Deuce?!?!"
[Needless to say, the blade found it's target.
"Semeink... Ain't it?"
With a single flashstep, the man retracted his blade so that he could still be within an inch of the arrancar, but still be piercing the man's heart. Blood flowed freely from the entrance wound, pouring all over the floor.
"I've heard some nasteh', nasty things about you." Gin whispered into the dying arrancar's ear, clicking his teeth in disapproval. "Insultin' me and my cap'n in front of my beloved Vaaz-chan... do you really think we wouldn't hear?"
"Don't worry, yer' not dead... yet." He chuckled, a smile still splitting the man's face. "However, we needed a test subject for this... and, imagine our surprise when you walked into the room? Somewhat of a god-send, I'd say."
He chuckled again. "Have fun dyin'! And see you in a bit!"
"....W-well, Ello Gin", he said in British English, blood coming from his mouth, "Didn' think you was the type, listenin' ta the grapevine...."
"Curata-dono s-should ch-check 'er facts. D-doesn't know a-at all what I'm ab-bout...'course, most women dont like me right off...some reason. I-I mean I'm a gentleman...", he got out, having switched to Japanese. He leaned now, supported only by the beam of solidified light. "Sayanara... Samyeru-kun, Stour-kun too...I guess I-I w-wont live to.... s-see the future of our lil club, Hueco Mundo's triumph, or anythin' else.", he lamented. The strike had bean so neat, so precise, so careful that it was only now that he dropped his teapcup. Shattering on the ivory floor, its sound seeming to make up for the lack of a 'gunshot'.
Hearts....I thought we weren't spose have those no more. Guess it was just a figure o' speech.
He wanted to gather enough reishi to ressureccion, in hopes of regenerating the wound, but it was already to late. He couldn't focus, his vision already flooded with swirling motes of colored light. He was overcome by black body-breakdown, inner red–ache, and violet sorrow-squall. A violent prismatic spray of scintillating colors, all of them dark and new sensations, all of them painful.
Can't nobody live forever, was just a matter o' time I spose.
"Ah, Soddin' 'Ell....", he finished in English.
With that, the sadistic man pulled his blade form Semeink's heart, allowing the now lifeless body to slump to the floor.
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Walking over to it and pouring a cup, he nodded silently to another familiar face. "Hello, Sam." Considering Samyeru was a jerky enthusiast, he didn't think the wolf man would have a taste for tea.
He was going to say something, when Aizen began to speak....
Siemenk's hello wasn't enough to break Samyeru's concentration. He was entranced by Aizen's smile, and he hated it. He couldn't look away from it and it brought back some horrible feelings.
"....W-well, Ello Gin", he said in British English, blood coming from his mouth, "Didn' think you was the type, listenin' ta the grapevine...."
"Curata-dono s-should ch-check 'er facts. D-doesn't know a-at all what I'm ab-bout...'course, most women dont like me right off...some reason. I-I mean I'm a gentleman...", he got out, having switched to Japanese. He leaned now, supported only by the beam of solidified light. "Sayanara... Sam, Stour...I guess I-I w-wont live to.... s-see Hueco Mundo triumphant.", he lamented. The strike had bean so neat, so precise, so careful that it was only now that he dropped his teapcup. Shattering on the alabaster floor, its sound seemed to make up for the lack of a 'gunshot'.
"Ah, Soddin' 'Ell....", he finished in English.
Hearts....I thought we weren't spose have those no more.
He wanted to gather enough reishi to ressureccion, in hopes of regenerating the wound, but it was already to late. He couldn't focus, his vision already flooded with swirling motes of light.
Guess it was just a figure o' speech.
The sudden attack on Seimenk caused enough of a commotion that it grab Samyeru's attention. Speechless as his good associate began to talk to this Gin. Blood started to rush through Samyeru's body. His eyes narrowed in on Gin, and as he was ready to rush in to most likely death Aizen's smiling face came to his mind. That was all it took to bring Samyeru back in control. He knew then that he was powerless to avenge his comrade, so he waited to see the next move.
Aizen slowly stood from his chair, unsheathing Jurei, which sat parallel to Kyoka Suigetsu. Calmly and deliberately, he waltzed over to Seimenk's dead body, stopping just short of the steadily increasing pool of blood around the prone Arrancar.
With a wave of the almighty weapon, and a white flash, Seimenk's blood seemed to flow in reverse. Instead of spilling out of the wound, it simply rushed back inside, before the wound closed itself up.
Aizen had completely restored life to the rebellious Arrancar.
Speaking loudly, and in a more authoritative tone, his brown eyes scanned the room of surely stunned Arrancar.
"This blade has control over all life," he looked back down at Seimenk, and gingerly placed the tip of the weapon on the top of his skull, causing the skull to shrink to that of a small child's, putting extreme pressure on Seimenk's brain, which was of course now slightly larger than its casing.
"And what it gives, can easily be taken away." his reply went to the entire room, but it was centered mostly for those with thoughts of Rebellion.
But as quickly as the whole event had happened, it was over, and the lord of Hueco Mundo had returned to his seat, returning Seimenk to normal.
"Now. Onto business."
Grabbing another cup of tea, which had been supplied by a rather lanky, and disinterested Arrancar, with a fish fin sticking out of his snowy white hair, he began.
"Gin will be leading a strike force consisting of Stark, Grimmjow, Barragan, Zommari, Nnoitra, and Syzael." he nodded to his chief Lieutenant. "This team is in charge of assaulting, and securing Karakura for my arrival."
"I will be leading a force consisting of Nina, Vaaz, Valentina, Halibel, Yammy, Aaroneiro, and Wonderweiss. We will be obtaining this swords twin at Mt. Everest in the Himalayas."
Finishing his tea, he gingerly set the cup down and nodded to the lanky, white haired Arrancar standing next to him.
"Argus here, will be taking the Exequias, and all Fraccion on a quick raid of the Seretei, where he will obtain another of these "god swords" and all will return to Las Noches."
Smiling warmly at the gathered warriors, he continued his orders.
"All those not named, or mentioned, will be in charge of guarding the fortress with Kaname until told otherwise."
Looking back up to Gin, he nodded, giving his right hand man the cue to explain the legend to the Arrancar.
The blue-haired Espada grit his teeth as Nina displayed her dislike for his choice of actions. Or lack thereof as the case may be. He supposed to the outside observer, the Primera was basically bending over so Aizen could do as he pleased. Grimmjow, however, had other plans. One doesn't go up against the enemy unprepared or without doing their homework. It was going to be extremely difficult, but he'd put up with Aizen's return. For now.
Folding his arms across his chest when Aizen started his speech, Grimmjow watched carefully. His blood boil when his eyes locked onto him. He wanted nothing more than to jump up from his seat and knock the smug look of the bastard's face. Still, he stayed put. As playing the dominance game was something he enjoyed, the Primera refused to look away; not even when Gin started to speak. It wasn't until Gin's demonstration on Seimenk was underway that he finally broke his stare. Glancing out of the corner of his eye, he snorted. Served the punk right.
"Tch." Grimmjow grunted when Aizen returned the Arrancar to the living. So much for a good thing.
It wasn't until he heard that he was to go to the real world with Gin and other former Espada that he actually paid attention. He didn't give a rat's ass about securing the place for Aizen. Karakura Town meant only one thing to him. Ichigo Kurosaki. The trademark grin stretched across Grimmjow's face. This might be worth it after all.
As quickly as the world had dissolved in his vision it was crystal clear again. And aside from feeling a little ill, he had no negative physical reactions.
What, what happened?
"This blade has control over all life."
It didn't take more than an second for him to realize that in fact, he had been dead. As Aizen motioned to him with the blade, Seimenk who had been sprawled on his back immediately assumed a position of apology, Kneeling before Aizen until his forehead touched the floor. As it touched his scalp he suddenly felt his head reduce, and red filled his vision as the pressure in his eyes increased.
"And what it gives, can easily be taken away." his reply went to the entire room, but it was centered mostly for those with thoughts of Rebellion.
But as quickly as the whole event had happened, it was over, and the lord of Hueco Mundo had returned to his seat, returning Seimenk to normal.
As quickly as it had occured, just before he thought the veins in his eyes would burst, his skull suddenly returned to normal.
What madness is this?! Reality began long before any of us existed, the world owes us nothing. Those who arrive after the rules, have no say over them. But Aizen had defied all the laws. No one, even Shinigami, gods of death could return people to life. Reviving even one soul perfectly to its prior state is a godly feat. But I dont have one soul. Even a Gillian has as many as 30-40,000! How can one return 100,000 souls from oblivion and put them all back just as they were?!
Aizen is not a god, but with a godly Zanpakuto, he might as well have become one. With that power any who fight and die for him, can live again. He may have even restored himself from his own death! He can as easilysculpt Life as I sculpt earth! Even without using its power to defend himself, no one could ever hope to take it away from him. Can he be...invincible now?!
As innumerable thoughts raced through his mind as he struggled to consider all the implications of what had just happened, his forehead never left the floor. But his eyes did, they raised themselves to see Gin and Aizen's feet as he returned to his throne.
"...All those not named, or mentioned, will be in charge of guarding the fortress with Kaname until told otherwise."
There was no questioning this commandment, to be sure. The God of Las Noches had spoken. His word, was Law. He did not ask those present if they wished to support his campaign, if they would guard his palace. All in this room would be his servants now. Those who tried to walk out on him, walk out of this room in defiance, would surely die. He had total authority.
He's changed things, he's changed things...forever. He has power over the chains of life.
Rumors of the old leader's return had been running rampant throughout Hueco Mundo. What would he do with the new espada? What was going to happen with the old? Despite the chaos brewing Netami was really not too interested in any of that. Her real interest was the man himself, Aizen. Even in the serious talks of the espada, filled with death and hatred, rumors of the old leader's beauty had been spread. She was eager to see if the man lived up to the legend.
She entered the hall and wasted no time in looking over her new leader. My my my........hes........beautiful. The number five licked her lips with pleasure. His appearance lived up to its hype.
The meeting had began but Aizen's words were not necessary. She had already fallen under his spell. Even as Gin made an example of that noisy arrancar her gaze never left Aizen's dreamy eyes. I wish I had his eyes......
As the meeting progressed her interest in Aizen only deepened. Such strength, confidence, cunning, beauty.....all wrapped into one little hot package. It was any girls dream.
"Gin will be leading a strike force consisting of Stark, Grimmjow, Barragan, Zommari, Nnoitra, and Syzael." he nodded to his chief Lieutenant. "This team is in charge of assaulting, and securing Karakura for my arrival."
"I will be leading a force consisting of Nina, Vaaz, Valentina, Halibel, Yammy, Aaroneiro, and Wonderweiss. We will be obtaining this swords twin at Mt. Everest in the Himalayas.
The assignment of jobs snapped Netami out of her hypnosis. What the hell?! Why am I not in Aizen-sama's group?! I need to be in that group..... Then it was revealed that she would be placed in Tousen's group to guard the fort while the others were gone. Ugh! I have to stay here with that ugly blind fucker?! The hell I am!
Netami raised her hand, "Aizen-sama!!! Oh Aizen-sama!" She spoke like a school girl addressing a teacher she had the hots for. "Aizen-sama, may I please accompany your group? I have always wanted to visit the Himalayas! I hear they are quite romantic this time of year." The Espada crossed her fingers in hope that he would accept her plea. Maybe then she could get some alone time with her new crush.
The door to the meeting room suddenly flew open, and in walked the redheaded Sexta swaying her hips seductively as she she stepped over the man lying in the floor without even batting an eyelash. Her appearance was noticeably disheveled and one could only speculate as to what types of activities she had partcipated in prior to the meeting. The vixen did a quick scan of the room as she made her way over to her seat, feeling slightly guilty for her late arrival. She had ordered her guest to hurry in his ministrations...but some things just can't be rushed.
"My apologies for being late, Aizen-sama." The redhead purred as she took her seat, crossing her legs and leaning back in her chair, posing as if she were some sultry centerfold model. "It couldn't be prevented...my hands were tied." Literally.
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