tampered | Log; Complete

Log; Complete

When; Jan. 7th
Rating; PG-13 for violence and sexual type jibes
Characters; Cirucci {

good_and_proper}
Summary; Cirucci takes Matsumoto-sama up on her offer to spar with Aizen-sama's permission, both women... do not get along, let's just say that.
Log;

The 105th Arrancar was out for blood.

She wanted to kill, to main, to rip, and tear and disembowel. But she couldn't. With this truce in place, she still didn't know why, she knew Aizen-sama and the ones gathered here could take the shinigami without problems, she could do nothing. Had to "play nice" with the people she had been made to kill. It was almost unbearable. How Grimmjow and Ulquiorra were still sane she did not know.

The Privaron sported a few bruises still. Finger marks lined the delicate skin of her throat and arm, bottom lip slightly swollen, but it was hard to tell, they were full to begin with. Needless to say, Grimmjow had not been in the best of moods, but then again, they fucked, they didn't make love. Cirucci only shrugged, Golondrina already in her fingertips. Despite her confidant attitude, she was slightly concerned, though she'd never show it. She'd shed her wings, her feathers, before coming. ... She didn't know if she wanted them back or not.

The sun of the desert annoyed her, but the brightness usually did. The bare open of the desert vaguely reminded her of Hueco Mundo however, which comforted. However, she knew the minute she caught sight of Matsumoto-sama she would be filled only with rage.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Rangiku's steps were even and calm as she crossed the empty space. She didn't bother with speed or stealth because she knew she'd need as much of her energy as possible in a little while. Her head was still a little sore from the previous night; what with the alcohol and Haineko's constant comments, but it wasn't the first time she'd fought with that problem and it wouldn't be the last.

Finally within sight of her opponent, she pushed all the jumbled thoughts down and cleared her mind. Focus was one thing she was determined she wouldn't lose this time.

Haineko purred into her mind, and she felt the eager thrum of power from her zanpakutou.

The sight of the vice captain did enrage the Privaron, her distaste clear on her face. She was sick and tired of catering to this shinigami, this slut- okay, she didn't have room to talk, but shinigami was almost as bad an insult in her mind.

"Matsumoto-sama" The Arrancar's tone was mocking, as always, laced with sweetness and disrespect. She had no respect for this woman. The very idea that her master, the man she looked up to, served before all else, would lower himself so? Disgusting.

"What word shall be the safe term for this... spar?" It irrited her, that did. Not able to severly injure the woman, having to stop if she commanded? Not high on Cirucci's approval. But then again, she had yet to approve of much in this damned place. Not that she could leave... oh, but that only made her angrier.

Her lips curled into a mocking smile as she bowed; her own disapproval apparent. "I think 'mercy' would work nicely, don't you?" Her zanpakutou was already out, held loosely by her side. She was determind that the first move wouldn't be from her, so she merely stepped back a few steps and brushed her hand over the material at her hip.

"Are you certain you feel up to this? I know you had a rough time the other night."

Cirucci only smirked, unsheathing Golondrina, the sword held tightly in one hand, the other mussing in her hair, fingers gently running along the remnants of her bone mask.

"Cirucci always has a hard time with Grimmjow." She shrugged, casually reaching down to adjust one of her garters. "However, Cirucci must compliment Matsumoto-sama's choice in sexual partners." The Privaron was lying, but she was quite good at it. "The Valentine last night more than made up for Cirucci's rough night before that." Goading had always been something she did, and it usually worked. If not immediately, always eventually. Her words were accompanied by a coy smile, and a slight purse of her lips.

The smile dimmed a little, but other than that, she let the jibe slide. "Ah yes. Pizza, was it? Italian food is for lovers, isn't it? I had the most wonderful Italian the other night. Did you know Sousuke was such a good cook?" She wasn't above a few pokes of her own, however.

"Cirucci heard quite a lot that night." A sly smile. She had returned to the upper levels of the residence, mainly because when Grimmjow was done with her he always kicked her out of his bed, and it was always dangerous to try and stay. Cirucci had to admit to supressing her reiatsu and trying to overhear things between her master and this woman.

"She wonders..." The Privaron snapped her arm straight down with a crack of steel, the blade of her sword transforming into a large metal disk that began steadily rotating, held to the hilt and attached to wires that looped loosely in her other hand. "Does Matsumoto-sama moan like that for Ichimaru-sama, too?"

This time, she smile was gone. Her grip tightened on Haineko's hilt, bringing it to the side. Blue eyes narrowed a little at her. "I did in the past, but that's not something for you to be concerned about. Besides, it's so hard to moan loud enough to be overheard when you have a dick in your mouth. Just how close were you?"

"Close enough~" Cirucci smirked all the wider at the reaction. There, what she'd been craving. That look, that warning gaze full of danger and promises of a fight if she continued. And she always did.

"When Cirucci wants to know something, she always manages to find it out. She finds it also easy to get information from men afterwords, they talk so easily." The 105th began twirling the hilt of her sword casually, the iron wheel looping loosely on the wire, humming gently in the air, a dangerous noise that grated almost, like nails on a chalkboard. "And Valentine was most helpful in that respect. He must be so very hurt to come to Cirucci just to get back at you, Matsumoto-sama~"

She watched her carefully, never looking away. Her grip on Haineko grew tighter with each word, but she wouldn't run headlong into things this time. "They do have amazingly loose lips, don't they? Jan told me it would be dinner, nothing more, and that Cobray would be joining you. Even if you did, who he sees now isn't my business."

The wind kicked up, setting her hair in motion.

"Not many men resist advances, you know." Cirucci began letting Golondrina's loop widen, her arm raising to allow the former sword more room in it's rotations, kicking off her boots as she did so. They would only get bogged down in this sand, leaving her only in the stockings attached to garters for footwear.

"Cirucci did so want to see his capacity." The Arrancar licked her lips. "After all, Aizen-sama wants so much respect for you, Cirucci figured any lover you would choose would have to be comparable to Aizen-sama, so she had to see for herself." Golondrina snapped neatly back into the hilt with a laugh from the former Hollow amd a flare in her reiatsu. "But Cirucci was a little disappointed in that regard. Even the Numeros can do better."

Rangiku shrugged. "Jan's a wonderful lover, if given the... right incentive. I'm thinking it's just the fact that you've had so many, it's hard for you to differentiate between them all." The smile is back on her face, this time a touch wicked. "Granted, Sousuke's an amazing lover. I think it's because of his power. Jan's is vastly different. Like comparing apples and oranges... Espada and Privaron."

"It's heartwarming to know Matsumoto-sama is able to commune ever so deeply with her toys." Cirucci fluttered her eyelashes dramatically, one hand over her chest, where she was quite mockingly drawing attention to her lack of heart, only a hole where her sternum should be.

"Cirucci wonders, will peach sweetness be able to do the same with Grimmjow?~" The Arrancar smirked, legs slowly moving to bring her body into a sort of semi-crouch, leisurely assuming a casual stance. "And the science experiment with Ulquiorra?"

She snorts and laughs at the dramatics. "Perhaps they just don't have the drive I do. Nemu, on one hand, has been with Ulquiorra twice that I know of. Momo... well. It's up to her, now isn't it? To think... your superiors, doing such things with shinigami. It's not just Sousuke, is it?"

While she spoke, Haineko slowly lowered, the tip finally as low as it can go.

"The science experiment is so dull." Cirucci sneered, the conversation she'd had with the shinigami had irked her. It seemed impossible to insult her. "Ulquiorra and her are perfect like that, though to be honest, Cirucci is rather proud of him." Golondrina snapped out and whirled away from it's mistress' body, a sharp crack of a whip the sound accompanying. "Cirucci thought he was a faggot, now she is not so disappointed."

As for the Vice Captain? "Grimmjow, however, disappoints. Cirucci did not think he was into fucking children sometimes." Her free hand traced down her side, outlining curves. "At least Aizen-sama and Ulquiorra can choose proper grown women."

Rangiku didn't bother to bring Haineko back up at the sound. "The issues between Momo and Grimmjow have nothing to do with you. She's a woman, and she's much stronger than you." Her eyes narrowed even more. Damn it. Why was she letting her get under her skin?

"The things your superiors do are none of your business. Haven't you figured that out yet, or are you too blind and stupid to notice?"

"A woman?!" Cirucci scoffed, resisting the urge to roll her eyes, keepin them trained on the shinigami in front of her. "A woman with the body of a child, the mentality of a child, and not even enough power or usefulness to be of service to Aizen-sama." Her lips were curling into an even crueler sneer. "A broken toy, nothing more."

"As for Cirucci's... superiors..." The Privaron spat the word. "They are all Cirucci's business. Arrancar are her business. Just as the shinigami they fuck become her business as well."

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject