[Compile] Luppi, Hanatarou, Edorad, (Grimmjow)
Luppi quirked a brow at his blue-haired brother, almost baring his teeth in a sneer at his unfinished words. He wanted to dare him to finish what he was going to say, but settled for sneering.
And just like Grimmjow, Luppi's eyes and attention were brought to Hanatarou. He watched, silent, and the moment he felt his brother's eyes back on him his own eyes darted back to meet their hard gaze. He listened to Grimmjow ask his questions to the shinigami, his hooded eyes darting away and back to Hanatarou.
He wanted to hear the runt's response.
The former 4th division member's work finally was completed on Edorad's arm and he drew his hands away from tightening the bandage. There, that should take care of what he couldn't in just a day's time. "Done."
Straightening, he brushed off his hands before walking toward the very one who spoke to him. Grimmjow. He too was injured, worse so than Edorad had been possibly, he'd need a closer look to tell. And he would be healed as best Hanatarou could manage, whether he liked it or not. Hanatarou was betting on 'not' but he was used to difficult patients.
"Prove something? Maybe. Yes, in fact." His words were quiet at first but he spoke louder, realizing the entire room was listening to him. He couldn't say one thing to one arrancar, and leave the rest wondering. He was sure Grimmjow was asking what the rest just weren't. "Just a few days ago I asked what it would take to have each of you trust me. If not trust, then at least tolerate until I can remove all doubt. Proof of loyalty was one thing said. Killing the one who used to be my captain was an opportunity to show which side I am, I never expected to see."
The repercussions of which Hanatarou was fully aware of. Once the shinigami learned it had been him, not Yammy alone, to kill her, they would slaughter him if they ever saw him. They would never trust him again. He could never "see the error of his ways", and return to them, as Tousen had attempted to do after killing a mere girl. His murder had been in cold blood.
Madarame could attest to that.
It allowed him to be here, at Adaro's side. Which was where he'd always wanted to be.
"Please move your arm, Grimmjow-san, so I can heal your side."
One foot stepped back and the other followed to help Grimmjow keep his distance once Hanatarou started moving closer to him. There was no way he was next. Everyone else was in here and that meant there were others that could be healed. Why did he have to be next? Was it because he was the only one to open his mouth to direct his complaints to the source of the problems? It was probably all of the above and then some.
His slow steps stopped once he heard the shrimp's voice raise. His eyes quickly scanned the room to see if anyone else was actually paying attention to Hanatarou, but he couldn't tell if those on the other side of the room were actually listening as they talked about whatever, beauty tips perhaps. It would be something they would miss even though the words the shinigami was spitting out wouldn't turn out to be good enough to make any one of them suddenly accept the traitor.
"I believe I said I'd never trust or tolerate you. I'm not like anyone in this room. I'm not gonna kiss your feet because Adaro told me to," he said, locking his elbows as he kept his arms down by his sides, a move that would put a small, stubborn child to shame.
"And yer not touchin' me." Grimmjow motioned to the other Arrancar with his head as he continued. "There are others that'll love to have you touch them."
Edorad experimentally stretched out his bandaged arm, noting how well it was healed already but unwilling to give thanks to the healer. It was embarrassing enough to have been treated first; he wouldn’t be the first to thank Hanatarou as well. Not that he was feeling particularly grateful, of course.
What he was mostly feeling right now was amusement at the sight of Grimmjow backing away from the waif-like shinigami. He had seen the 6th stare down unimaginable horrors and foes before, but this, this was just a shrimp who wanted to help him! It was almost enough to make him laugh. Where was his pride now?
“What’s the matter, Grimmjow? Scared or somethin’?” Edorad couldn’t help but take a dig at his elder brother. It might not be particularly smart on his part, but the 13th arrancar didn’t feel like being clever at the moment. He just wanted somebody, anybody to suffer the same humiliation as him.
“Don’t worry, I’m sure even you could take it,” he added with a vaguely Luppi-like smile, a tinge of sadistic glee in the curl of his lips.
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And just like Grimmjow, Luppi's eyes and attention were brought to Hanatarou. He watched, silent, and the moment he felt his brother's eyes back on him his own eyes darted back to meet their hard gaze. He listened to Grimmjow ask his questions to the shinigami, his hooded eyes darting away and back to Hanatarou.
He wanted to hear the runt's response.
The former 4th division member's work finally was completed on Edorad's arm and he drew his hands away from tightening the bandage. There, that should take care of what he couldn't in just a day's time. "Done."
Straightening, he brushed off his hands before walking toward the very one who spoke to him. Grimmjow. He too was injured, worse so than Edorad had been possibly, he'd need a closer look to tell. And he would be healed as best Hanatarou could manage, whether he liked it or not. Hanatarou was betting on 'not' but he was used to difficult patients.
"Prove something? Maybe. Yes, in fact." His words were quiet at first but he spoke louder, realizing the entire room was listening to him. He couldn't say one thing to one arrancar, and leave the rest wondering. He was sure Grimmjow was asking what the rest just weren't. "Just a few days ago I asked what it would take to have each of you trust me. If not trust, then at least tolerate until I can remove all doubt. Proof of loyalty was one thing said. Killing the one who used to be my captain was an opportunity to show which side I am, I never expected to see."
The repercussions of which Hanatarou was fully aware of. Once the shinigami learned it had been him, not Yammy alone, to kill her, they would slaughter him if they ever saw him. They would never trust him again. He could never "see the error of his ways", and return to them, as Tousen had attempted to do after killing a mere girl. His murder had been in cold blood.
Madarame could attest to that.
It allowed him to be here, at Adaro's side. Which was where he'd always wanted to be.
"Please move your arm, Grimmjow-san, so I can heal your side."
One foot stepped back and the other followed to help Grimmjow keep his distance once Hanatarou started moving closer to him. There was no way he was next. Everyone else was in here and that meant there were others that could be healed. Why did he have to be next? Was it because he was the only one to open his mouth to direct his complaints to the source of the problems? It was probably all of the above and then some.
His slow steps stopped once he heard the shrimp's voice raise. His eyes quickly scanned the room to see if anyone else was actually paying attention to Hanatarou, but he couldn't tell if those on the other side of the room were actually listening as they talked about whatever, beauty tips perhaps. It would be something they would miss even though the words the shinigami was spitting out wouldn't turn out to be good enough to make any one of them suddenly accept the traitor.
"I believe I said I'd never trust or tolerate you. I'm not like anyone in this room. I'm not gonna kiss your feet because Adaro told me to," he said, locking his elbows as he kept his arms down by his sides, a move that would put a small, stubborn child to shame.
"And yer not touchin' me." Grimmjow motioned to the other Arrancar with his head as he continued. "There are others that'll love to have you touch them."
Edorad experimentally stretched out his bandaged arm, noting how well it was healed already but unwilling to give thanks to the healer. It was embarrassing enough to have been treated first; he wouldn’t be the first to thank Hanatarou as well. Not that he was feeling particularly grateful, of course.
What he was mostly feeling right now was amusement at the sight of Grimmjow backing away from the waif-like shinigami. He had seen the 6th stare down unimaginable horrors and foes before, but this, this was just a shrimp who wanted to help him! It was almost enough to make him laugh. Where was his pride now?
“What’s the matter, Grimmjow? Scared or somethin’?” Edorad couldn’t help but take a dig at his elder brother. It might not be particularly smart on his part, but the 13th arrancar didn’t feel like being clever at the moment. He just wanted somebody, anybody to suffer the same humiliation as him.
“Don’t worry, I’m sure even you could take it,” he added with a vaguely Luppi-like smile, a tinge of sadistic glee in the curl of his lips.
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