Mistletoe Kisses'08 - 2009 REDUX - Chapter 07
[Characters]: Most of the Arrancar and the Shinigami and a few Humans too.
[Pairings]: Several pairings
[Summary]: The Arrancar "invade".
[Word Count]: ~1400 words
[Written]: January.2009
[Finished]: 16.December.2009
[Beta]: Not beta-read
[Warnings]: ---
[Rating]: PG
«Chapter 06 /// Chapter 08
Disclaimer: Do not own Bleach and will not make a profit out of this fic. All characters © Kubo Tite
As the darkness from the passage gave way to the light of the Shinigami world, the band of Arrancar - lead by the Overlords - stepped into their long-awaited goal: SOUL SOCIETY.
The tension in the party hall cracked like the air before a thunderstorm waiting for the discharge to initiate the maelstrom. As soon as the Arrancar had made their presence known, all of the Shinigami and a few of their guests went into battle stance.
The room vibrated with tension, with the uncertainty of the moment, the unlocking of hidden reiatsu that had been simmering just beneath the surface; the thrumming of blood and revenge-seeking zanpakutou; the fear and despair of lesser souls; the incommensurable power of anger and betrayal.
This was the stuff that Hollows fed upon. All this pent up energy just waiting to be analyzed, garnered, consumed and devoured.
Eternal moments stretched under the mutual accessing of the parts; the Shinigami wondering when the onslaught would begin but careful not to make the first move. The Arrancar staying put and nonthreatening, waiting for the Death Gods to realize that this was not an invasion.
No, not yet!
Aizen-sama’s instructions had been very clear: remain subdued with no hostile demonstrations and absolutely no engaging in combat until the Shinigami realized they didn’t mean to invade. When the tension abated, Aizen-sama would address the Shinigami and assure them they didn’t pose any threat. Not yet, anyway! Then as they relaxed and accepted their truce, the Hollow group could start mingling, enjoying the party and the festivities.
Oh! And, of course, gather as much information as possible. From the layout and relative position of buildings to the changes on the physical, political and personal plans - outlining the adjustments made since Aizen-sama and the Overlords desertion. The shifts in power: who seemed stronger, closer to achieving Bankai; who had been too affected by their desertion; who had gained from it. The state of the relationships amongst the Shinigami: who was doing who and how could that be used in the Arrancar favour; what liaisons could be threatening to Aizen-sama’s plan to rule over all of Soul Society.
Go my Hollows and make me victorious. Was the war cry.
*
As he sat by Yamamoto-soutaichou, flanked by Stark and Barragan, gathering himself the information from the general, Aizen unleashed his Arrancar on the Shinigami. Well trained as they were, they soon deployed their forces around the festively decorated hall to initiate the mingling.
*
*Yammy and Zommari strode left towards a table where Komamura-taichou, his fukutaichou and a few other male Shinigami had been enjoying round after round of sake and other seasonal alcoholic beverages. Their arrival prompted a tense moment of uncertainty before Komamura offered the Arrancar a place by his side and a cup of sake.
*
Going in the opposite direction, Aaroniero, with the dead Shinigami's face, intercepted the aloof Byakuya and pale-faced Ukitake. With a flare of his robes he greeted them.
"Ahh, my two long lost companions. No, don't look so startled, I didn't just retain Kaien's good looks, I also kept his memories," Aaroniero explained, leering at the two captains. "You were such naughty boys, up to so much kinkiness." He nearly purred with excitement. "I wouldn't be adverse to the re-enactment of some of those torrid nights," he propositioned, licking his lips for effect.
But they didn't seem interested, more like horrified but trying not to show it, and Aaroniero hadn't even showed them his real visage. Now, that would have them freaking! Not this pretty, insipid face with dirt from their past. He debated for a second to show them but then spotted another face with a much grimier past and such an air of guilt about her - Kuchiki Rukia.
"Kuchiki, long time no see!"
Her eyes grew to the size of saucers. Wasn't this party going to be a blast?
*
As Aaroniero bothered two very promising subjects, Szayel surveyed the room attentively. Each and every Shinigami present comprehensively catalogued before he commenced a prowl of the room, sampling every single one of the Death Gods, even the ugly looking or smelly ones.
The things you gotta do for Aizen-sama! This thought crossed Szayel's mind as he made his way toward an interesting looking kid and a weird looking man with a face mask, both wearing captain's haori. Then again maybe it wasn't such a sacrifice.
*
Grimmjow hadn't been so thrilled about leaving Hueco Mundo. He had been pretty content with the party at home, performing human traditions to his hole's content - and to Ulquiorra's too - when Aizen had order their mobilization into Soul Society.
Of all the times to get in the invading spirit, Aizen had chosen the one time when Grimmjow was most contented with what he was doing and couldn't care less about wars and invasions. Let's face it, it didn't happen often! More like, never.
So it was with a sense of loss that he now wandered the colourful room, never getting too far from Ulquiorra and spotted his nemesis: Kurosaki Ichigo. He might as well take the chance to remind the kid that he was still around and waiting.
"Hey, Kurosaki! Don't forget we still 'ave pending businesses."
"Yeah, yeah. But how 'bout gettin' into the Christmas spirit? There's a truce and all," Kurosaki said, not at all concerned with Grimmjow, before pointing above his head and adding, "let's enjoy the party and the mistletoe, huh?"
There was a low growl from Ulquiorra and before Grimmjow had any chance to respond the Cuarta Espada was kissing him hungrily; Grimmjow didn't fuss, he just kiss back. Better garner this possessive streak from Schiffer before it ran out. From the corner of his eyes he could see Kurosaki and his Quincy sidekick about to do the same.
"Oh the Arrancar's getting right into the spirit of it," the Quincy boy said before leaning into Kurosaki and stealing a kiss.
*
Nnoitra walked leisurely towards the table occupied by the Eleventh Division Taichou and some other seated officers; at least according to the data he'd received.
He examined their dynamics: the burly captain held the effeminate fifth seat close but offered Nnoitra a cup of sake; the fifth seat paid more attention to the bald third seat approaching than to the captain whose lap he was sitting on; the bald officer was holding the hand of a human boy but his eyes never left the feathery fifth seat; and the tiny pink fukutaichou, oddly reminiscent of Nel, was trying to fed Nnoitra a sickening dish of sweets.
The separation possibilities were interesting but only the Taichou deemed serious consideration. Nnoitra accepted the sake and suffered the rest of the party.
*
The women of Soul Society seemed to trust Nel immediately, her sweet little girl looks easily accepted and even more so when she told them her trials and tribulations with Kurosaki Ichigo in Hueco Mundo.
Halibel they eyed with distrust. Still they manage to be welcoming.
"It is the tradition of the Shinigami Women Association to welcome new arrivals warmly. If you mean no harm than you're welcome to join us," a bespectacled Shinigami greeted Halibel while a flamboyant ginger-haired woman, who had had a little too much to drink, offered her a glass of some alcoholic drink.
"Yep, that's right," she said. "Bottoms up!" And then proceeded to drain her cup and releasing a long satisfied "aahhhhh" before setting it back on the table with a loud thump.
Halibel and her Fraccións drank from the offered cups and observed the women, one by one, registering their abilities, powers and interactions.
*
Stark, that until this moment had been by Aizen-sama's side, had his attention caught by two quite strong Shinigami, a frail-looking with white hair and a sturdy other with dark hair and a straw hat. Not only was their reiatsu powerfully displayed, there was an even stronger link bonding the two. Stark's easily bored mind was fascinated by it and them, so he kept close watch of the two.
*
Being back to Soul Society brought conflicting feelings to Gin's mind that he quickly brushed aside as he soon discovered among the partying folk a target for his survey. With Tousen by his side and both trailed closely by Wonderweiss, Gin approached their former fukutaichou. Protective Hisagi and grave Kira.
December2009©MarinLiliz
«Chapter 06 /// Chapter 08
[Shuuhei/Kira; background Gin/Kira] - The return of the traitor captains stirs emotions.
«They walked into the room, proud and calm, as if they had never left, as if they hadn’t turned their world into chaos, soiling their every belief and faith in their own captains.»
[Pairings]: Several pairings
[Summary]: The Arrancar "invade".
[Word Count]: ~1400 words
[Written]: January.2009
[Finished]: 16.December.2009
[Beta]: Not beta-read
[Warnings]: ---
[Rating]: PG
«Chapter 06 /// Chapter 08
Disclaimer: Do not own Bleach and will not make a profit out of this fic. All characters © Kubo Tite
As the darkness from the passage gave way to the light of the Shinigami world, the band of Arrancar - lead by the Overlords - stepped into their long-awaited goal: SOUL SOCIETY.
The tension in the party hall cracked like the air before a thunderstorm waiting for the discharge to initiate the maelstrom. As soon as the Arrancar had made their presence known, all of the Shinigami and a few of their guests went into battle stance.
The room vibrated with tension, with the uncertainty of the moment, the unlocking of hidden reiatsu that had been simmering just beneath the surface; the thrumming of blood and revenge-seeking zanpakutou; the fear and despair of lesser souls; the incommensurable power of anger and betrayal.
This was the stuff that Hollows fed upon. All this pent up energy just waiting to be analyzed, garnered, consumed and devoured.
Eternal moments stretched under the mutual accessing of the parts; the Shinigami wondering when the onslaught would begin but careful not to make the first move. The Arrancar staying put and nonthreatening, waiting for the Death Gods to realize that this was not an invasion.
No, not yet!
Aizen-sama’s instructions had been very clear: remain subdued with no hostile demonstrations and absolutely no engaging in combat until the Shinigami realized they didn’t mean to invade. When the tension abated, Aizen-sama would address the Shinigami and assure them they didn’t pose any threat. Not yet, anyway! Then as they relaxed and accepted their truce, the Hollow group could start mingling, enjoying the party and the festivities.
Oh! And, of course, gather as much information as possible. From the layout and relative position of buildings to the changes on the physical, political and personal plans - outlining the adjustments made since Aizen-sama and the Overlords desertion. The shifts in power: who seemed stronger, closer to achieving Bankai; who had been too affected by their desertion; who had gained from it. The state of the relationships amongst the Shinigami: who was doing who and how could that be used in the Arrancar favour; what liaisons could be threatening to Aizen-sama’s plan to rule over all of Soul Society.
Go my Hollows and make me victorious. Was the war cry.
*
As he sat by Yamamoto-soutaichou, flanked by Stark and Barragan, gathering himself the information from the general, Aizen unleashed his Arrancar on the Shinigami. Well trained as they were, they soon deployed their forces around the festively decorated hall to initiate the mingling.
*
*Yammy and Zommari strode left towards a table where Komamura-taichou, his fukutaichou and a few other male Shinigami had been enjoying round after round of sake and other seasonal alcoholic beverages. Their arrival prompted a tense moment of uncertainty before Komamura offered the Arrancar a place by his side and a cup of sake.
*
Going in the opposite direction, Aaroniero, with the dead Shinigami's face, intercepted the aloof Byakuya and pale-faced Ukitake. With a flare of his robes he greeted them.
"Ahh, my two long lost companions. No, don't look so startled, I didn't just retain Kaien's good looks, I also kept his memories," Aaroniero explained, leering at the two captains. "You were such naughty boys, up to so much kinkiness." He nearly purred with excitement. "I wouldn't be adverse to the re-enactment of some of those torrid nights," he propositioned, licking his lips for effect.
But they didn't seem interested, more like horrified but trying not to show it, and Aaroniero hadn't even showed them his real visage. Now, that would have them freaking! Not this pretty, insipid face with dirt from their past. He debated for a second to show them but then spotted another face with a much grimier past and such an air of guilt about her - Kuchiki Rukia.
"Kuchiki, long time no see!"
Her eyes grew to the size of saucers. Wasn't this party going to be a blast?
*
As Aaroniero bothered two very promising subjects, Szayel surveyed the room attentively. Each and every Shinigami present comprehensively catalogued before he commenced a prowl of the room, sampling every single one of the Death Gods, even the ugly looking or smelly ones.
The things you gotta do for Aizen-sama! This thought crossed Szayel's mind as he made his way toward an interesting looking kid and a weird looking man with a face mask, both wearing captain's haori. Then again maybe it wasn't such a sacrifice.
*
Grimmjow hadn't been so thrilled about leaving Hueco Mundo. He had been pretty content with the party at home, performing human traditions to his hole's content - and to Ulquiorra's too - when Aizen had order their mobilization into Soul Society.
Of all the times to get in the invading spirit, Aizen had chosen the one time when Grimmjow was most contented with what he was doing and couldn't care less about wars and invasions. Let's face it, it didn't happen often! More like, never.
So it was with a sense of loss that he now wandered the colourful room, never getting too far from Ulquiorra and spotted his nemesis: Kurosaki Ichigo. He might as well take the chance to remind the kid that he was still around and waiting.
"Hey, Kurosaki! Don't forget we still 'ave pending businesses."
"Yeah, yeah. But how 'bout gettin' into the Christmas spirit? There's a truce and all," Kurosaki said, not at all concerned with Grimmjow, before pointing above his head and adding, "let's enjoy the party and the mistletoe, huh?"
There was a low growl from Ulquiorra and before Grimmjow had any chance to respond the Cuarta Espada was kissing him hungrily; Grimmjow didn't fuss, he just kiss back. Better garner this possessive streak from Schiffer before it ran out. From the corner of his eyes he could see Kurosaki and his Quincy sidekick about to do the same.
"Oh the Arrancar's getting right into the spirit of it," the Quincy boy said before leaning into Kurosaki and stealing a kiss.
*
Nnoitra walked leisurely towards the table occupied by the Eleventh Division Taichou and some other seated officers; at least according to the data he'd received.
He examined their dynamics: the burly captain held the effeminate fifth seat close but offered Nnoitra a cup of sake; the fifth seat paid more attention to the bald third seat approaching than to the captain whose lap he was sitting on; the bald officer was holding the hand of a human boy but his eyes never left the feathery fifth seat; and the tiny pink fukutaichou, oddly reminiscent of Nel, was trying to fed Nnoitra a sickening dish of sweets.
The separation possibilities were interesting but only the Taichou deemed serious consideration. Nnoitra accepted the sake and suffered the rest of the party.
*
The women of Soul Society seemed to trust Nel immediately, her sweet little girl looks easily accepted and even more so when she told them her trials and tribulations with Kurosaki Ichigo in Hueco Mundo.
Halibel they eyed with distrust. Still they manage to be welcoming.
"It is the tradition of the Shinigami Women Association to welcome new arrivals warmly. If you mean no harm than you're welcome to join us," a bespectacled Shinigami greeted Halibel while a flamboyant ginger-haired woman, who had had a little too much to drink, offered her a glass of some alcoholic drink.
"Yep, that's right," she said. "Bottoms up!" And then proceeded to drain her cup and releasing a long satisfied "aahhhhh" before setting it back on the table with a loud thump.
Halibel and her Fraccións drank from the offered cups and observed the women, one by one, registering their abilities, powers and interactions.
*
Stark, that until this moment had been by Aizen-sama's side, had his attention caught by two quite strong Shinigami, a frail-looking with white hair and a sturdy other with dark hair and a straw hat. Not only was their reiatsu powerfully displayed, there was an even stronger link bonding the two. Stark's easily bored mind was fascinated by it and them, so he kept close watch of the two.
*
Being back to Soul Society brought conflicting feelings to Gin's mind that he quickly brushed aside as he soon discovered among the partying folk a target for his survey. With Tousen by his side and both trailed closely by Wonderweiss, Gin approached their former fukutaichou. Protective Hisagi and grave Kira.
December2009©MarinLiliz
«Chapter 06 /// Chapter 08
[Shuuhei/Kira; background Gin/Kira] - The return of the traitor captains stirs emotions.
«They walked into the room, proud and calm, as if they had never left, as if they hadn’t turned their world into chaos, soiling their every belief and faith in their own captains.»