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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.

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"Nemu? Science experiments like that don't need need names." Cirucci laughed. "She's boring, practically incapable of emotion." She didn't move, allowing the vice to circle her, though her arm had raised once more, Golondrina circling as well, following the shinigami's route around the Privaron like a shield.

"Sousuke?" One of Cirucci's eyebrows lifted. "There must have been a hell of a lot more than moaning going on for you to address him with such... disrespect."

Rangiku kept up her careful pacing; the cat stalking the bird. "Her creator named her. You have no say in such things. I don't need to defend her to you. She isn't the issue here, is she?" A wicked little smile crossed her features.

"I can't call my love, my lover by his name? Since when? If you'd been listening closely enough, you would've heard some moaning from him, too. He likes it when I suck on him, did you know that? Did Grimmy moan for you like that? I'm sure it wasn't anywhere near as heartfelt. After all, such things are usually better with someone you're in love with."

The bird puffed up, throwing her head to the side, wrist rotating slowly to guide the wires holding the bladed iron wheel.

"They always moan, whether they love you, or not~" Cirucci noted with a purse of her lips. "Moaning comes from their dicks, not their hearts."

She stopped, absently tapping Haineko against her leg. "True... but the words after their dicks are satisfied are usually different. You were kicked out of bed like most whores are, but I was most welcome to stay. That's from the heart. Does it bother you that he says he loves me? That he wants me to be by his side?"

"Yes-" Cirucci whirled, the sneer on her face twisting into an angry grimace. She couldn't take this anymore.

"It-" Golondrina whipped back to the hilt in her hand, arm lashing out and the blade heasding straight for the shinigami vice captain, other hand looping the wires tighter for better control of the weapon.

"DOES." The Privaron finally began the actual fight, fury painted clearly on her face.

Rangiku shunpyo'd just out of the way, then straight at Cirucci, Haineko poised for a simple overhead strike. "I'm tired of you running your mouth, you little bitch." The blade flashed as she struck down.

A quick recoil of her arm brough the wheeled blade snapping back to the hilt, the crack of a wipe resounding at the reattachment, raising the iron wheel to block the zanpakutou before a sonido took her a distance away, Golondrina whipping out once more towards the vice.

"And I'm tired of you fucking my master!" She snarled, reiatsu flaring as she dropped her third person speaking style in her anger.

The first few moves had told Rangiku some things she needed to know. She shunpyo'd away again, this time just off to the side of where Golondrina was aimed, her own hands raised as she murmured something under her breath. Bright red fireballs sped from her hands towards her opponent. "I'm not. I find I LIKE IT."

With the hand looped in wire Cirucci jerked to the side, changing the zanpakutou's direction, bladed wheel spinning with a loud hum against the metal wires as it once again found the direction of its target. As for the fireballs...

Momentarily loosing the wires around her elbow, direction already changed, the Privaron fired off a hardened piece of her reiatsu at the kidou, the bala exploding at the collision, momentarily casting a screen of smoke between the two women. Cirucci did not yet speak, knowing her voice would only attract attention through the smoke, supressed her reiatsu because that too would guide, trusting Goldondrina to find the target in the smoke.

The unexpected smokescreen made her frown. She'd been working with Haineko long enough here in the city that her release didn't need to be verbally called upon. Instead, her hand snapped out and the blade disappeared into the cloud of ash that gave it it's name.

The minute particles sped through the smoke, homing on in their target. Rangiku made the mistake to pause and take a breath when Goldondrina appeared through the smoke, heading straight for her. With a bit of a start, she jumped off to the side, her hand helping her spring up from the ground. Her eyes were locked on the wheel now, and she wouldn't let it out of her sight this time.

Feeling no hit to the target and now flying blind, Cirucci called the blade back to her, disc spinning about to come flying down the wires in return. The Privaron's eyes narrowed. What were... Ulquiorra's report! The eye had shown her things like this! Ash!

Sonido to her stockinged feet brought the Privaron out of the way of the gray particles, jerking the wheeled blade with her. So the vice had released her zanpakutou. Cirucci looked down at her blade with a grimace. She didn't want to release, almost ashamed of her wingless form. But... she may have to, soon. But not yet. Finally, she deigned answer the previous comment.

"Which ones better?" She let the confidant, cocky tone come back to her voice, mocking. "Ichimaru-sama or Aizen-sama? The only thing that would make this even more perfect would be if Tousen-sama was involved too."

The ash circled back to its hilt, the blade shining as it reformed. Haineko shared the little information she'd been able to see then went silent just in time for her to hear Cirucci's voice. Still semi-blinded by the lingering smoke, she carefully made her way into the cloud, following the noise.

A few murmured words brought a surge of reiatsu to her hands, which was then released into the smoke in front of her, right where Haineko had told her Cirucci was. The reiatsu arced, bright lightning in the smoke.

"You don't have the right to ask me such things."

The lightening brought an angry look to the Arrancar's face, almost no time to do anything but what she had not wanted to yet.

"Kakkire, Golondrina!" The sword burst in a blast of reiatsu that swallowed the kidou whole, the hollow powers contained and sealed in the form of a blade released all at once. Cirucci felt the bone mack remnant on her face shift, move, turning into the beaked headress that flowed down from the crown of her head in a cascade of feathers, the plummage gradually fading to reveal the thick tail of her bird form, coiled in the sand behind her. The first wing joint of her steel feathered wings she had shed still remained on her shoulders, testament to her fight with the Quincy. Shedding the Hollow forms wings had been good in that fight... but she wasn't sure about this one.

The light from her large reiatsu flare died away, leaving Cirucci with a steady expression on her face, the long tail beginning to shift restleslly in preparation for movement. She knew the Vice had no clue about her powers, and she planned to use that.

"Cirucci doesn't?" The bird chirped, almost cooing. "Cirucci thinks if you do something you should never do something you can't talk about~"

Rangiku jumped back to a safe distance while she watched Cirucci. Guard up, she stood her ground, legs spread so she could move quickly if needed. Haineko rumbled a silent warning, and she nodded slowly, never taking her eyes from her opponent.

"I didn't say I couldn't talk about it. I just said it's not your right to ask."

"Cirucci thinks she has every right to be concerned about the people involved with Aizen-sama." The Privaron drawled, one hand, tipped in talons, preening a few feathers in the headress. As she did so the tail end of her Hollow form began to writhe, flinging sand around as the tail began to split, revealing a mouth that began snapping hungrily, the gathering of reiatsu evident not only to their senses, but in the slight glow gathering in the mouth's tongue.

"Besides, maybe if Matsumoto-sama doesn't want one, Cirucci can take him off her hands?~"

Her hand clenched on Haineko's hilt. "I don't think so. They're both important to me, and I seriously doubt they'd want anything to do with the likes of you." Her own reiatsu flared up some, sending her hair rustling.

This time, no incantation was muttered. Her hands flung out in front of her, lightning arched from them to their target.

"Both?~" Cirucci laughed loudly, one hand on her diaphram, shoulders moving with her laughter, disregarding the lightning kidou as it drew closer. "Whatever happened to no promises, Matsumoto-sama?" Finally the Privaron moved, the tail's mouth opening wide and emitting a bird-like screech as a thin layer of pure reiatsu spread out, moving to block the path of the kidou, lightning crackling on the shield in front of the Arrancar, who only smirked as she suddenly sprang forward, sonido propelling her, the reiatsu shaping into a blade form and held ready, tail twisting, ready to slash.

Rangiku held her ground, Haineko in front of her. With a silent command, the blade dissolved again, this time encircling Cirucci. The ash swirled in a cyclone around the Privaron, tempered to something harder than diamond by her reiatsu. "Shut up."

"Angry, Matsumoto-sama?" Cirucci mocked, pushing forward. She had never been so thankful for the hierro of her skin, the natural steel like toughness preventing the deep cuts the ash wanted, only, at this point, drawing a small welling of blood to the surface where the cut her, though they were annoyances, and would cause more damage if she let them continue. Flaring her reiatsu to try and push the zanpakutou's form back, the Privaron whipped her tail around with a resounding crack, the mouth screeching again, the blade heading straight for the shinigami. But at the last moment, a split second before, the bright blade of her power changed, splitting back into the thin, broad blade, making it even more difficult to evade at the sudden change in size and shape, coming straight at the shinigami's chest.

Rangiku narrowed her eyes, willing Haineko harder and closer. The material complied, glinting like ice as it tightened the spiral around the Privaron. No matter how close the blade got, she didn't sidestep until it was almost too late.

As it was, the thin blade sliced into the meat of her shoulder. Instead of a grimace of pain, there was a tiny smile. Her hand shot out and curled around Cirucci's, reiatsu flaring as she called it to her hands.

"Beyond angry."

A small mark started glowing on her chest, visible due to the low cut of her robes.

Cirucci stiffened, eyes widening despite the blood running into them from a cut of ash on her forehead at the sight. She knew this, she knew it from her own experiences and through watching Ulquiorra's reports through the Espada's eyes.

Limit Break... it shouldn't be possible! Shouldn't be- the Privaron struggled in the shinigami's grip, the stub of her wings flapping uselessly as her instincts told her the wings should be there, should be able to propel her away. Snarling, the 105th's blade hummed, the reiatsu particles vibrating faster and cutting deeper before drawing back and swinging, the female's whole body going into the effort of the cleaving blow at the midsection even as her other hand, freed, began gathering a cero blast, pointed directly at Rangiku's chest.

She could feel the power expanding; surging through her as her reiatsu flared, a silver-blue aura around her. A flash of pain shot down from her now bloody shoulder, but she pushed it aside and focused her will and power into the spirit of her zanpakutou. Haineko's particles glowed with bright white light before constricting around their target.

Rangiku reached into the light, hand grasping for the cero aimed at her. She was taking a risk, but with the extra power, she had to try.

Cirucci hissed, a sharp intake of breath at the tightening of the ash's grip on her, some beginning to break further through her hierro and go deeper, cutting deeper, more painfully, where her skin was weakest, around the edge of her wing joints and shoulders. Willing the cero to charge faster, the Privaron dug her tail's reiatsu blade in, pushing, pushing, even as she finally felt the power curl outward from her palm.

There. With a cry of triumph Cirucci fired the cero off, feeling the brief touch of the other woman's arm against her palm before the reiatsu exploded outward.

A growl tumbled from her lips; half pain, half anger. Haineko answered it with a growl of her own, bearing down even tighter on Cirucci. The cero blast had been partially deflected by the extra reiatsu, but what was left had seared into her skin, making her grit her teeth. Her body swung around, aiming a vicious kick at the lower body of the Privaron.

The kick she was not expecting. The Privaron flew back, arm finally ripped free from the shinigami's grip, plowing through the sand and rolling until the tail finally grabbed something under the surface and stopped her movement. Cirucci stood as quickly as she was able, wiping blood from her face and surveying the damage, already gathering up another cero blast in her palm, reiatsu blade snapping restlessly.

"Those were from Ulquiorra and Hinamori Momo." She managed to croon sweetly, hiding the pain the ash had dealt her. "Requests fulfilled."

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