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When; January 16th
Rating; PGish
Characters; Cirucci {

hajikemomo}, and Grimmjow {

6thsword}
Summary; Cirucci is supposed to apologize to Hinamori for violating the truce agreement during the fear curse, she's hardly that willing, and Grimmjow comes to make sure it goes... relatively smooth.
Log;

Cirucci Thunderwitch was frowning, sitting down on a bench in the Xanadu park with one leg crossed over the other, foot kicking idly. It was a pretty place, she conceded, but the purpose of her visit was not pleasant in the slightest. Apologizing?! To her? ... But she would have to. Aizen-sama wanted to truce, and if Aizen-sama wanted it, Cirucci must want it too. That was the way of things. Of servitude. Of her loyalty.

But the thought of the man, Aizen Sousuke, brought only a self-assured smile to the Privaron's lips. Oh, but she wanted to lord it over that shinigami's head. Oh, she wanted to do that so much. ... But it was their secret, he said. A secret. And if Aizen-sama wanted it, then it was so.

Golondrina was fastened securly at the Arrancar's waist and her fingers carressed the hilt softly, unwilling to leave the blade, herself, with the Sexta Espada accompanying his woman to this meeting. ... He would be angry. She would have to watch herself around him, she knew this. ... As for how she would debase herself to apologize? She didn't even know.

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Hinamori didn't know why Grimmjow had insisted on coming, nor did she know why the Privaron couldn't simply hand the adjunct badge over and be done with it. But she'd given in and there she was, walking over to the bench where she sat.

She wasn't mad, at any rate, having already decided as soon as they'd clashed that it was simply because she'd been unstable from her previous wounds and the curse. After all... The curse had been rather annoying. Tucking a stray piece of her fringe back behind her ear, Hinamori paused, glancing at Cirucci but stayed quiet. All she wanted was her badge back.

Grimmjow had been doing quite well the past few days, but the occasion of Cirucci's apology -- quite a paradoxical and amusing one to behold, he was sure -- reminded him of exactly why he'd been furious a few days before. To think that she'd violate the truce when she knew Aizen didn't wish it! Grimmjow didn't care that she wasn't in her right mind at the time.

He stood a short distance away, knowing well enough that he was a third party and only there to see that Cirucci didn't try to hurt the shinigami again. He'd rather rip the Privaron into pieces, but no, that wouldn't do. Still, he'd brought his zanpakutou, one hand on its hilt just in case. He wanted to get this over and done with just as much as the others did, but knowing Cirucci, it would take a bit more than a simple request to get her to apologize.

Cirucci stood smoothly, the smile not leaving painted lips. Here they were. The lovely couple. Smoothing her skirt, the Arrancar looked them both over. The shinigami looked completely healed, she should have expected as much with that monstrously tall woman and that braided one running about. She herself had been forced to rely on Aizen-sama, he had saw her healed before any strenuous endeavors.

"Hinamori Momo." The Arrancar finally spoke, the hilt of her sword not fully visible, as well as the 5th's adjutant badge that was wrapped about the binding.

"Sexta Espada." Had she remember her encounters with Grimmjow fully there would have been many more remarks at that, but she always did feel some sort of gap, looking at him. But no matter.

The small shinigami sighed softly, getting right to the point. "Just hand it over." She held her hand out, waiting. The sooner she got it back, the sooner she could leave, after all.

She had absolutly no desire to spend too long in the Privarons company.

Cirucci's lips twisted into a smile more characteristic of a grimace. Slowly, taking her time, she began unwrapping the white cloth from the binding of her zanpakutou, the other hand on one hip.

"Cirucci wonders," The Arrancar began. "Why does the Vice Captain need this? Shouldn't she be captain now, since Aizen-sama abandoned her? And the Gotei 13?" The voice was teasing, the usual tone, but the Privaron was also watching Grimmjow, knowing she would have to be very careful how far she could push.

"..." She frowned, still with her hand out. "There has been no time to hold tests to replace the captains," she muttered, failing to mention her time spent in a coma. But, she did add, "I've been here for a while, too."

Resisting the urge to just grab the badge from the arrancars hands, Hinamori glanced over at the Espada, following the Cirucci's gaze. Almost dreading the response, the dark haired girl asked, "What?"

He told himself he'd be silent for the exchange unless the situation demanded it. And, from the looks of things, Cirucci would be getting away without her intention in mind. That wouldn't do at all.

"Just say it, Thunderwitch," the Sexta Espada snapped. "Better to get it over with so we don't have to spend one more second in your fucking presence. Unless your pride's got a problem?"

Cirucci frowned, turning her gaze back to the Espada, finally having untied the vice's badge and clutching it tightly in her other hand.

"There is nothing wrong with my pride, Grimmjow Jaggerjack." She snapped, no trace of the usual sensuality she adopted with him left in her voice. "Am I not allowed to converse with your woman?"

Though he remained where he stood, his grip on his sword tightened. "She just wants to get her damn badge back, and I want you to say sorry. It ain't that hard, just two little words."

He smirked suddenly. "Should I call you a coward instead?"

Say sorry? Hinamori, finally dropping her hand, dropped her gaze too. "She doesn't need to. It doesn't matter, as long as she gives it back. That's all." She'd already told him she didn't care. It had been kind of a good thing, after all, although it certainly hadn't been good over all, given the curse. But that was why she didn't mind, after all.

The curse had bothered her too, even if it hadn't quite driven her to that level of insanity. "Just... hand it over so I can go."

Cirucci almost snarled her next words. "I'm no coward, Sexta Espada." The bitterness was all too apparant in her tone, ignoring the vice captain for the moment and turning to Grimmjow.

"I'll get to what you want, after I get to what I want." As usual, she dropped the third person references when serious. Now her attention came back the badge in her hand, examining it closely, one finger tracing the outline of the number and symbol. Aizen-sama's old division.

"What's so important about this, Hinamori Momo?" She asked, voice lower, more soothed. "It's just a piece of wood with ink on it, and a piece of cloth."

She glanced up, taking stock of the Privarons expression before dropping her gaze once more. "It shouldn't matter to you." Oh, how she wanted to tear it from the arrancars grasp. The symbol of her rank, her skill, her ability... Of her servitude to a betrayer.

One more glance, this time to Grimmjow - he had that irritated look he got whenever she talked about her friends - and she sighed again. "It's my vice captain badge. Kuchiki-taichou would be most displeased if it were misplaced. And," she paused, bringing her hands together and staring at them, "And it is a form of proof of what I am, what I can do." She had treasured the badge ever since it had been granted to her, knew the feel of the wood grain by heart, had never longed for anything beyond it. It had become a part of her, not just because of the uniform, because of the sense of pride she got from it. Hers, attained by her own abilities.

"You have your answer, so hand it over."

"So I do." Cirucci murmured, stepping forward. And here would come the hard part. ... Apologizing. She knew Grimmjow wouldn't let her leave without giving one. And one that at least looked sincere, at least. She steeled herself. This was for Aizen-sama, not Grimmjow Jaggerjack.

"Your hand." She spoke quickly, motioning to the vice captain. If she had to do this, she would do it her way.

Hinamori watched warily, raising her hand in a manner that betrayed her outwards calm. Judging from the expression on Cirucci's face, she wasn't happy about this at all, and so though she managed to keep it steady, it was still somewhat obvious she was nervous.

Whispered words to Tobiume helped some, however, the zanpakuto reassuring her that if the Privaron moved to attack, the sprite would halt her. It was enough for her, and she kept her ground, waiting.

Ah, nervous little thing. And taking the vice's hand in her own, Cirucci was amused at the size. Sure, it wasn't much smaller than her own dainty making, but she looked for anything in the people she hated. Now she just had to play a part, for Aizen-sama.

"Here." She placed the badge in the shinigami's hand and folded her fingers over it, leaning down to gently brush her lips across the back of the girl's hand.

"I would ask a favor, Hinamori Momo."

She pulled her hand back, fingers instantly tightening around the badge, frown sliding into place. For someone who probably didn't want to apologise, the Privaron certianly was dragging things out.

"Ask," the dark haired shinigami muttered, already moving ot tie the badge back on.

Cirucci held back a smirk. Shock and uncomfortable awkwardness. Goals accomplished.

"It is Aizen-sama's wish that the truce hold." She murmured, dipping her head. "And therefore, it is Cirucci's wish as well." The Privaron's voice had changed tones again, softly now, almost disrespectful, talking down, but not quite.

"And though she will not say she did not mean to kill you, Cirucci will apologize if Hinamori Momo would ask the shinigami to disregard her actions. She normally shows more restraint." A smile twitching in the corner of her lips. "She will even call you Hinamori-sama, like Aizen-sama wishes for Matsumoto-sama, if that is what you wish."

"I do not." She held back a snarl, badge securely in place once more. Better. Tobiume murmured, and Hinamori moved to rest her hand on the zanpakutos hilt out of habit, for reassurance, the other hand coming to tug at the reinstated badge quickly. Much better.

"Consider yourself forgiven. But not because he wants you to be, rather because I know that the curse didn't help matters." That was it, all there was to it. Even though she hadn't brought herself to say his name, her point was clear. "If there is anything else, say it. Otherwise, we are done."

Cirucci crossed her arms just under her breast, trying not to show her smugness too blatantly. But she couldn't resist one parting shot.

"Unless Hinamori Momo cares to tell Cirucci how the Sexta Espada's performance is, then no." She smirked. Maybe that would be going too far, but she had always wondered. She thought.

Grimmjow's expression darkened considerably. He didn't need Cirucci remembering anything, not now, not when he was getting over the initial shock, not when he was beginning to enjoy the gaps in her memory. It's not like Hinamori would have an answer for her, anyway.

He stepped towards them, one hand coming to rest on Hinamori's back. "Let's go," he growled, though his eyes remained on the Privaron.

Of all the questions to ask.

Fighting back the urge to blush and mumble something incoherent - really, why did she have to ask something stupid like that, of all things, and after that stupid curse - Hinamori managed to calmly respond, "I would have thought you already knew the answer to that, Privaron."

Shit!

"Momo." His tone was dangerous. This was exactly not what he'd wanted. "Let's go. You got your badge back, so you don't need to humor her anymore."

He tugged her arm none too gently, trying to pull her away from the female arrancar.

Cirucci’s facial expression abruptly turned from one of calm, to shock, then to anger.

"Wait." Cirucci snapped, stepping towards the two, though her eyes remained focused on the vice captain. The Privaron had suspected the gaps in her memory had to deal with the Sexta Espada, but had yet to receive any such straight answer.

"... What did you say?"

Hinamori knew the Privaron had forgotten something but... Freeing herself from both of them she stepped back, frown pretty much settled into place. Was that what she'd forgotten? And no one had told her otherwise, and yet-

When Rangiku had forgotten things, Hinamori had ben quick to help her remember but this, well, they hadn't told her for a reason, she was sure. But there was no way of getting out of this and she only tightened her grip on Tobiume in response to Cirucci's anger. "I said you should know," she offered meekly, regretting having said anything at all.

Cirucci was blank for a moment, blinking slowly. And then a slow smile began spreading across her face as the gears began to turn in her mind.

“Grimmy-dear” She fairly cooed. She had wondered why the Vaizard’s name for the Sexta Espada had seemed awfully familiar. “Cirucci wonders why you couldn’t just tell her that when she asked you?” A hint of danger crept into her voice at that moment. Surely someone had known. … And intentionally forgotten to tell her. And that made her angry.

"Thunderbitch," he snapped back, all hope of her not knowing completely gone. And now he'd have to put up with that nickname and that tone and that face every time he'd have to talk to her. The world really hated him. "If you had any common sense, I'd tell you to use it."

He turned and glared down at Hinamori. It wasn't completely her fault; after all, she didn't know. But Grimmjow did not discriminate when it came to expressing anger. "Now, let's go." He snatched up her hand and began to lead her away.

Oh, now this was priceless. She knew now why he hadn’t told her. He wanted to be rid of her. She was rather disappointed she had no memories of their encounters. She’d wanted to know how they had gone~. With a shrug, the Privaron practically pranced beside the two, one hand snaking out to turn the Esapda’s head, the Privaron claiming his lips in a quick kiss before she danced out of harm’s way.

“See you around, Grimmy-dear.” She called before her eyes fell to the vice captain, her voice lowering. “You too, Hinamori Momo.” And then she was gone.

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