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When; Sunday December 18th, midnight.
Rating; PG-13 to R, for fighting with swords.
Characters; Hinamori

good_and_proper and possibly several other onlookers.
Summary; Hinamori challenges Aizen for his repeated bastardry.
Log;

Aizen stood on the shore, staring moonward, his arms crossed and tucked deeply into his sleeves. His face was the same casual smile he usually held, as if he already knew that outcome before the match had even begun.

The winds were strong tonight, causing the waves to crash violently against the beach.

"I know you're there, Hinamori. Let's hurry along with this, please."

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"Hm. In any case, this stupidity has lasted long enough. I will at least say you have improved somewhat, Momo."

He leaned down and pushed the hair out of her face, then stroked her cheek gently.

"Do please improve a bit, just in case we have a little exercise like this again."

He stood and gave a loud whistle.

"Grimmjow, do see her home, please. She has some bruises that need tending to."

Grimmjow alighted on the beach from his vantage point in the trees, taking calm and measured steps towards the two combatants. He glanced down at Hinamori, his face devoid of any emotion, then acknowledged his master. "Of course, Aizen-sama."

The arrancar reached down and grabbed Hinamori's arm, roughly pulling her to her feet. "Let's go." He half-dragged, half-led her towards where Nell stood, anxious, waiting, at the line of trees.

Aizen glanced over his shoulder at them for a moment, then quickly disappeared from the area.

She was being patient, waiting, trying so hard not to run to the vice captain under fear of what would happen to either one of them. Her repeated attempts to sneak past the Espada had done nothing and now he was dragging Hinamori towards her with the smaller girl looking like she'd rather be back in the fight.

Nell did not like that. "Let go of Momo!" she pouted near tears, flinging herself at the shinigami and clinging desperately to her waist. "You'll hurt her! Nell doethn't want you to!"

She didn't mind the dragging. She didn't mind him running away. And she didn't mind the arrancar limpet that had succeeded in leaving her breathless again.

She minded the taunting, and she minded the attack on Tobiume.

Now sheathed, the blade had fallen quiet but Hinamori knew she was still in pain. They both were, in varying degrees, but Tobiume had suffered the most physical damage. Not for the first time she wanted Hitsugaya back, but she forced herself to wrap shaky arms around the small arrancar and murmur softly, "It's fine, Nell."

Though Aizen was gone, and though he was fully aware of the faint presences of the other shinigami, Grimmjow wrapped an arm around Hinamori's waist and pulled her (and Nell, unfortunately) against him.

He had to bring the shinigami somewhere. Anywhere.

"Hold on tight," he informed them both before his shunpyo sent them in the direction of the temple.

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