As I stood on the roof of one of Las Noches’ cylindrical structures, I couldn't help but feel irritated by the relentless onslaught of sand and dust. It seemed to get everywhere, including my hair and clothes.
Despite the discomfort, I couldn't help but be awed by the view of Las Noches in the distance. From my vantage point, the towering buildings looked minuscule against the vast expanse of sky, which revealed visible cracks here and there, evidence of the blue sky’s artificiality.
In front of me knelt a nervous red-haired arrancar, his lone eye betraying his anxiety as his hair whipped around in the wind. This man was Asguiaro Ebern, A future subordinate of Yhwach. Although, I didn't know how he would be granted the power of a quincy as it was contrary to us hollows.
For now, I could only feel the mix of hollow with a tiny part of shinigami that was typical of an arrancar from his spiritual power.
“My lord, I heard that you wished to talk to me." Asguiaro said, his uniform torn and dirty in places. It seemed that Cirucci had been rough with him during his interview. "I'm honored to be considered as one of your subordinates."
I smirked at his trembling form. "No need to be so nervous," I said, trying to convey a sense of calmness. "You see, I tend to distrust people easily. That's why I'm looking for those with gratitude, rather than just power."
“My lord, I would never…” Asguiaro began, but I silenced him with a look and a display of my spiritual pressure. His shoulders trembled, and he bit his lips.
"That's something that will have to be proven with your actions, not your words," I said, raising my voice.
I didn’t believe in intentions, people can say anything to comfort themselves and do nothing about it when the time comes for them to act. That’s why I believed that an action was better than a thousand words.
Asguiaro lowered his head, avoiding my gaze. "Yes, my lord. I will not fail you."
I didn’t trust him, he could potentially be a spy from the Quincy's King. But if that was true, then it was all the more reason to keep him close to me, as he could keep feeding incomplete information about me back to them.
On the other hand, if he was truly loyal, then I would have gained a strong fighter for my cause.
I clapped my hands, releasing my spiritual pressure and changing my demeanor to a more easy-going one. "Cirucci, could you lead Asguiaro to his new room?" I looked at his torn and dirty clothes. "And please, get him some new clothes as well."
"Sure thing, boss. Leave it to me." Cirucci smiled, emphasizing her curves. "Come newbie, I think a pink cape will suit you and your hair."
“"That's ridiculous." Asguiaro replied, clearly not impressed. "Pink is the worst match possible." He seemed to only respect the strongest.
"You have no say in this." The purple haired arrancar snapped. "As your superior, I get to decide what's best for you. And trust me, pink will bring out the beauty of your eyes."
Asguiaro scoffed, his face turning red with anger. "You're insane," he muttered under his breath. Cirucci simply giggled, clearly amused by his reaction.
I couldn't help but chuckle at the scene, but inside my mind was already racing with plans for the future.
The time for preparation was coming to an end. Aizen was already planning how to bring Kuchiki Rukia to the human world, but it would take a month or two with Soul Society's bureaucracy.
I had to be ready, for the gears of this world were already in motion.
Aonte We are coming close to canon, I still want to develop acidwire’s fraccion a bit more but it will eventually come.
Omake: petty revenge
Cirucci Sanderwicci enters the room where Acidwire is messing with a transparent coffin, a Latin man inside. "Boss, we have a problem," she says, her voice rough and urgent.
Acidwire looks up from his work. "What is it?" He asks, his tone serious.
"The silver bastard has gone crazy," Cirucci says, her eyes flashing with anger. "He's cutting down hollows without reason."
Acidwire nods thoughtfully. "I may have asked one of the spies from Soul Society for one of his girl's photos." He admits. "And I may have accidentally dropped a hundred copies at Pesche and Dondochaka's place with vague orders to share them."
Cirucci slapped Acidwire on the back, her laughter echoing through the room. "You sly dog," she said, grinning. "That's why I love you."
Acidwire's expression turned awkward, unsure how to react to Cirucci's sudden affection. "Uh, thanks?" He replied hesitantly. "I...um...feel the same way"
Cirucci grins wickedly, pleased, for now. "Don't worry, boss." She said. "Tousen is already dealing with it."
The espada stood up. "Good, I don't have time to play with him now that I'm going to take a test drive in this new gigai of mine."
As I stood on the roof of one of Las Noches’ cylindrical structures, I couldn't help but feel irritated by the relentless onslaught of sand and dust. It seemed to get everywhere, including my hair and clothes.
Despite the discomfort, I couldn't help but be awed by the view of Las Noches in the distance. From my vantage point, the towering buildings looked minuscule against the vast expanse of sky, which revealed visible cracks here and there, evidence of the blue sky’s artificiality.
In front of me knelt a nervous red-haired arrancar, his lone eye betraying his anxiety as his hair whipped around in the wind. This man was Asguiaro Ebern, A future subordinate of Yhwach. Although, I didn't know how he would be granted the power of a quincy as it was contrary to us hollows.
For now, I could only feel the mix of hollow with a tiny part of shinigami that was typical of an arrancar from his spiritual power.
“My lord, I heard that you wished to talk to me." Asguiaro said, his uniform torn and dirty in places. It seemed that Cirucci had been rough with him during his interview. "I'm honored to be considered as one of your subordinates."
I smirked at his trembling form. "No need to be so nervous," I said, trying to convey a sense of calmness. "You see, I tend to distrust people easily. That's why I'm looking for those with gratitude, rather than just power."
“My lord, I would never…” Asguiaro began, but I silenced him with a look and a display of my spiritual pressure. His shoulders trembled, and he bit his lips.
"That's something that will have to be proven with your actions, not your words," I said, raising my voice.
I didn’t believe in intentions, people can say anything to comfort themselves and do nothing about it when the time comes for them to act. That’s why I believed that an action was better than a thousand words.
Asguiaro lowered his head, avoiding my gaze. "Yes, my lord. I will not fail you."
I didn’t trust him, he could potentially be a spy from the Quincy's King. But if that was true, then it was all the more reason to keep him close to me, as he could keep feeding incomplete information about me back to them.
On the other hand, if he was truly loyal, then I would have gained a strong fighter for my cause.
I clapped my hands, releasing my spiritual pressure and changing my demeanor to a more easy-going one. "Cirucci, could you lead Asguiaro to his new room?" I looked at his torn and dirty clothes. "And please, get him some new clothes as well."
"Sure thing, boss. Leave it to me." Cirucci smiled, emphasizing her curves. "Come newbie, I think a pink cape will suit you and your hair."
“"That's ridiculous." Asguiaro replied, clearly not impressed. "Pink is the worst match possible." He seemed to only respect the strongest.
"You have no say in this." The purple haired arrancar snapped. "As your superior, I get to decide what's best for you. And trust me, pink will bring out the beauty of your eyes."
Asguiaro scoffed, his face turning red with anger. "You're insane," he muttered under his breath. Cirucci simply giggled, clearly amused by his reaction.
I couldn't help but chuckle at the scene, but inside my mind was already racing with plans for the future.
The time for preparation was coming to an end. Aizen was already planning how to bring Kuchiki Rukia to the human world, but it would take a month or two with Soul Society's bureaucracy.
I had to be ready, for the gears of this world were already in motion.
Aonte We are coming close to canon, I still want to develop acidwire’s fraccion a bit more but it will eventually come.
Omake: petty revenge
Cirucci Sanderwicci enters the room where Acidwire is messing with a transparent coffin, a Latin man inside. "Boss, we have a problem," she says, her voice rough and urgent.
Acidwire looks up from his work. "What is it?" He asks, his tone serious.
"The silver bastard has gone crazy," Cirucci says, her eyes flashing with anger. "He's cutting down hollows without reason."
Acidwire nods thoughtfully. "I may have asked one of the spies from Soul Society for one of his girl's photos." He admits. "And I may have accidentally dropped a hundred copies at Pesche and Dondochaka's place with vague orders to share them."
Cirucci slapped Acidwire on the back, her laughter echoing through the room. "You sly dog," she said, grinning. "That's why I love you."
Acidwire's expression turned awkward, unsure how to react to Cirucci's sudden affection. "Uh, thanks?" He replied hesitantly. "I...um...feel the same way"
Cirucci grins wickedly, pleased, for now. "Don't worry, boss." She said. "Tousen is already dealing with it."
The espada stood up. "Good, I don't have time to play with him now that I'm going to take a test drive in this new gigai of mine."
