We were walking back to my quarters after my little display of power.
“Boss, why do you always hold back from killing Nnoitra and Grimmjow?”
Cirucci asked, breaking me out of my inner musings. It was an easy question to answer, but I had never really explained it to anyone.
“I've never had a liking for killing, even an ant," I began, clenching and unclenching my fists. "And then, I became a hollow and had to eat and kill others out of instinct.”
She ended my phrase for me like she usually liked to do, with a twisted grin. “So, now you avoid it with all your will.”
Cirucci seemed to ponder this for a moment before her lips twisted into a mischievous grin.
"Well, if you won't kill them, at least make them suffer a little." She suggested. "I'm sure they won't mind losing a limb or two."
I felt a sweat drop at that, but I smiled reassuringly afterwards.
“Don’t worry, when the time comes, I won’t hesitate to kill all of our enemies.” I replied, my tone confident and direct. “Even if they are our own people.”
“Hmm I hope so.” Cirucci hummed at that, her sadity not being satisfied.
Asguiaro, in exchange, looked uncomfortable, but kept up a forced smile..
“Please don’t make promises like that with that scary face, Lord Acidwire.” He said, his uneasy was palpable, he was hiding something from me.
I just smiled, not feeling like answering.
We walked for a few minutes more through Las Noches before reaching my place. As we closed the door of my office, I couldn’t help scratching the back of my head.
“Damn, I should have found a secluded place to reach my segunda etapa.” I said with annoyance. “Now everyone and their mother knows that I can use it.”
Aizen and his two shinigami would be learning about it soon was left unsaid by everyone.
"It was quite the display, boss," Cirucci said, a sadistic glint in her eye. "With that kind of power, you could've grabbed the Tercera Espada's breasts without so much as a scratch."
That was actually something I had thought, but I had disregarded it as a fantasy after a second.
“I have no intention of antagonizing Harribel.” I said, trying to stay calm. “Besides, I believe her power still surpasses mine by a slight margin.”
Before I could say anything else, Cirucci had sidled up to me. She knew two of my weaknesses, hugs and breasts. So, she wrapped her arms around my left arm as she pressed her breasts against it.
I turned quiet, trying to enjoy the moment.
“Ne, can you teach me how to reach that stage soon.” She pleaded, her voice low and husky like I liked.
“Hmm, I could show you.” I said, my voice low, “But it's not something that can be taught easily. You have to master your aspecto de la muerte first.”
Cirucci pouted at my response, clearly disappointed. But before she could say anything else, Asguiaro cleared his throat, interrupting us.
“Enough, Cirucci. Our lord has made his decision, and we will follow it.” Asguiaro said, his tone arrogant and condescending as usual. “We have to focus on the task at hand.”
Cirucci smirked, pulling away from me and brandishing her whip. "Aww, Reddy, don't tell me you've gone soft. Do you need another training session?"
“We can't waste any time.” Asguiaro continued. “We have to prepare some misinformations to hide the extent of our Lord's abilities and deceive Lord Aizen, we don’t have the time for you to play.”
Cirucci smiled, her giggle sounding broken. “Someone as superior as me can do both at the same time.
I rubbed my forehead, wishing I could get wasted like I did while playing with that strange gigai.
It was a headache to deal with their bickering sometimes. But they were loyal and competent, and that was what mattered.
Aonte Acidwire is finally realizing the consequences of his actions. But this is actually part of his plan, he wants to create unexpected moments to take advantage of.
The next mini arc has become the longest I had written until now, and it is a weird one
Omake: Parkour
Ikumi watched in amazement as the orange-haired high school boy jumped higher than anything she had ever seen.
Renato, by her side, took a sip of water and chuckled without care after seeing Kon possessing Ichigo’s body.
“You better get used to it, his family is weird like that.”
Ikumi shook her head in disbelief. "I don't think I'll ever get used to it."
We were walking back to my quarters after my little display of power.
“Boss, why do you always hold back from killing Nnoitra and Grimmjow?”
Cirucci asked, breaking me out of my inner musings. It was an easy question to answer, but I had never really explained it to anyone.
“I've never had a liking for killing, even an ant," I began, clenching and unclenching my fists. "And then, I became a hollow and had to eat and kill others out of instinct.”
She ended my phrase for me like she usually liked to do, with a twisted grin. “So, now you avoid it with all your will.”
Cirucci seemed to ponder this for a moment before her lips twisted into a mischievous grin.
"Well, if you won't kill them, at least make them suffer a little." She suggested. "I'm sure they won't mind losing a limb or two."
I felt a sweat drop at that, but I smiled reassuringly afterwards.
“Don’t worry, when the time comes, I won’t hesitate to kill all of our enemies.” I replied, my tone confident and direct. “Even if they are our own people.”
“Hmm I hope so.” Cirucci hummed at that, her sadity not being satisfied.
Asguiaro, in exchange, looked uncomfortable, but kept up a forced smile..
“Please don’t make promises like that with that scary face, Lord Acidwire.” He said, his uneasy was palpable, he was hiding something from me.
I just smiled, not feeling like answering.
We walked for a few minutes more through Las Noches before reaching my place. As we closed the door of my office, I couldn’t help scratching the back of my head.
“Damn, I should have found a secluded place to reach my segunda etapa.” I said with annoyance. “Now everyone and their mother knows that I can use it.”
Aizen and his two shinigami would be learning about it soon was left unsaid by everyone.
"It was quite the display, boss," Cirucci said, a sadistic glint in her eye. "With that kind of power, you could've grabbed the Tercera Espada's breasts without so much as a scratch."
That was actually something I had thought, but I had disregarded it as a fantasy after a second.
“I have no intention of antagonizing Harribel.” I said, trying to stay calm. “Besides, I believe her power still surpasses mine by a slight margin.”
Before I could say anything else, Cirucci had sidled up to me. She knew two of my weaknesses, hugs and breasts. So, she wrapped her arms around my left arm as she pressed her breasts against it.
I turned quiet, trying to enjoy the moment.
“Ne, can you teach me how to reach that stage soon.” She pleaded, her voice low and husky like I liked.
“Hmm, I could show you.” I said, my voice low, “But it's not something that can be taught easily. You have to master your aspecto de la muerte first.”
Cirucci pouted at my response, clearly disappointed. But before she could say anything else, Asguiaro cleared his throat, interrupting us.
“Enough, Cirucci. Our lord has made his decision, and we will follow it.” Asguiaro said, his tone arrogant and condescending as usual. “We have to focus on the task at hand.”
Cirucci smirked, pulling away from me and brandishing her whip. "Aww, Reddy, don't tell me you've gone soft. Do you need another training session?"
“We can't waste any time.” Asguiaro continued. “We have to prepare some misinformations to hide the extent of our Lord's abilities and deceive Lord Aizen, we don’t have the time for you to play.”
Cirucci smiled, her giggle sounding broken. “Someone as superior as me can do both at the same time.
I rubbed my forehead, wishing I could get wasted like I did while playing with that strange gigai.
It was a headache to deal with their bickering sometimes. But they were loyal and competent, and that was what mattered.
Aonte Acidwire is finally realizing the consequences of his actions. But this is actually part of his plan, he wants to create unexpected moments to take advantage of.
The next mini arc has become the longest I had written until now, and it is a weird one
Omake: Parkour
Ikumi watched in amazement as the orange-haired high school boy jumped higher than anything she had ever seen.
Renato, by her side, took a sip of water and chuckled without care after seeing Kon possessing Ichigo’s body.
“You better get used to it, his family is weird like that.”
Ikumi shook her head in disbelief. "I don't think I'll ever get used to it."
