tampered | Log; Complete

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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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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