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When; Today, inner fears day.
Rating; PG-13 for fighting and Cirucci being Cirucci.
Characters; Hinamori hajikemomo and Cirucci thunderwitch
Summary; Angry and a little bit unstable, Cirucci runs into Hinamori.
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Stupid, stupid, what had she said, what had she done? Hinamori had no idea, but whatever it was, Grimmjow was being strange. Were her fears that unreasonable? She had no idea, but just knew she needed to talk about it. With him. Because that was the problem. She was always failing to explain herself to him, in some way.

And that was why she was moving as carefully and quickly as she could across the square, trying hard to ignore the lingering fears she could see every time her gaze wandered to the people near her. But she was getting nowhere at all and with a stubborn sigh the small shinigami kicked off, shunpyo guiding her feet to the rooftops. Quicker, and more space. Better for thinking, too, and she paused on the roof of the eighth building, wondering what she would say to him.

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Cirucci withdrew her arm, dulled senses noting the movement of the sharp steel. ... Avoid it? She landed heavily from the spring, a loud metal clang announcing her wings slam into the hard roof, bringing a whimper to her lips. But she held something clasped in her clawed hand, something small and wooden, marked with the sigil of the 5th. An adjutant's badge. But that barely registered. Not important. Not... not important.

"I have to." The former Espada bit out, more blood in her mouth with each word, eyes craned around the feathers in her boned headress. "If I kill you it will prove-" She stopped, doubling over, pain flashing clearly on her face. "... my worth." The thick tail began to snap open the mouth on the end, her entire body beginning to shudder as a light formed at the split, a cero. Charging.

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She snarled in response, warily watching the arrancar. "Hurting me will do nothing for you." Hinamori knew what she was doing, what would happen if she was given a chance to fire that off. "You're only damaging yourself further."

Running the options through her mind, fleeing was the only one that would work. Although she could incapacitate the other, it would violate the truce, and she did not want that. But if she simply left, the other would follow. Bringing her hands forward, she prepared a binding kidou, hoping to complete it before the cero was fired.

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"It will and I don't care." Cirucci snapped back, unable to move, her entire body trembling with the effort of forming the pitiful reiatsu she had left into a cero blast. If she had been at full strength, been able to control her energy, herself, Hinamori would have been able to complete the binding spell before she'd completed the destructive art of her own. But with her body already ripped, torn, bleeding, she only could hold on so far before the mouth at the end of the tail let out a keen, a half formed cero, sloppy, wide, and only at half the strength it should be, though still a danger, released.

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The kidou was released at the same time, and Hinamori barely managed to dodge out of the way, cero searing against her side, burning lightly even as Tobiume moved to absorb the blast, prevent it from hurting her. She whimpered, the blade unable to fully defend her but it was enough.

"That should hold you for a few minutes. I suggest you find a healer, Privaron." Sheathed, the blade tried to comfort her, and Hinamori ignored the various cuts as she glanced at the arrancar one more time before kicking off, shunpyo taking over and masking her reiatsu out of habit, making it hard for anyone to follow her, let alone the weakened Privaron.

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Cirucci could only snarl unintelligably, thrashing wildly, her wings fluttereing weakly and tail wiping across the roof.

"Get back here!" She finally managed to yell, though her voice died half way through. The kidou held, however, against her weak reiatsu pushes. Finally, she settled, eyes trying to focus on the small figure in the distance, hand gripping the badge tightly, almost to the point of breaking.

"Aizen-sama..." The Privaron mouthed, tears, real tears, in her eyes. Her fears still haunted her, her uselessness. And now it seemed even more apparant. ... Her demise. He would strip her of the pitiful rank she'd barely clung to. Privaron Espada. Former Espada. Disgraced Espada. Natural Espada. Weaker Espada.

Cirucci had the mind to try and seal her form, the wings, talons, armor, and tail disappearing as her sword reformed in her free hand, Golondrina.

By the time the binding spell released Cirucci Thunderwitch simply slumped to the ground, eyes long having rolled into the back of her head, consciousness gone as she silently lay broken on the roof.