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Log; Complete
When; January 28th, backdated
Rating; PG
Characters; Cirucci {![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
thunderwitch} & Orihime {soten_kisshun}
Summary; Cirucci is more than a little injured after attending Zaera-Polo and Il Forte, and therefore seeks Orihime for healing, not to mention thats she needs to endear herself to the healer. She anticipates further injury, you understand.
Cirucci winced, finally snapping the computer closed with the click of trimmed nails, shifting and trying to make herself comfortable. She wouldn’t lie on her bed, not still bleeding as she was, and was reclining on the hardwood floor. The Privaron liked things clean in her spaces, and her nest was the one place she could be comfortable, she didn’t want it messy. This was another reason why she always went to her men when possible, never the other way around. Her space was hers, and hers alone in that respect.
Her clothing was stained red, which bothered her, too. She’d need to wash it. Ugh. The Arrancar was extremely glad they had this mortal now. She hadn’t expected to come out so badly. The door was unlocked, expecting her arrival, and Cirucci supposed she could only wait, idly nipping at her bottom lip and trying not to move too much.
Orihime wandered up the hall, toward the room where she knew the arrancar lay. She remembered her words in her head, and why the need for healing came about. This would certainly be something interesting, she knew that. It also, she knew, may stir memories that she wished would stay away, even though recently, they kept resurfacing with a great vengeance. Shaking her head, she knew she needed to focus. What she could do was all she needed to do now.
With an uncomfortable blush, she finally got to the door, pushing it open. "Cirucci-san..?" She said this as she peeked her head in the room, looking about, finally finding the one she was seeking. "I'm here."
“Mm.” Cirucci grunted, knocking a few times on the hardwood to draw attention to herself, the room where she lay not as visible from the front door. “In here.” The Arrancar reached up to run a hand through her hair, which was down from pigtails for once, thick black waves cascading down her shoulders and framing her face, which, for once again, was not as made-up as usual. She didn’t have the strength for much sarcasm or viciousness, she was tired, she hurt, and she needed to tend to Noitora later. Plus, Aizen-sama said no harm, and his orders were to be obeyed. The Privaron almost sighed. … Well, at least the Espada had said he would be gentler than his brothers.
Orihime came in, still looking quite curiously around herself. The room was quite pristine, with nothing out of place. Hearing the noise, the girl walked toward it, coming into the place where Cirucci was waiting. She looked down at the girl sitting upon the floor, moving over and kneeling beside her. She looked into her face; the blush subsided for the moment, folding her hands into her lap.
"So..what was it that needed healing?" She said this quietly, while looking the girl over. What was the most noticeable was the bright red of her clothing, which had undeniably been stained by blood, a stark contrast to the white that framed it--the white that it spilled over like wine on snow. Orihime winced a little at the image before her; whatever had happened in their 'sexual encounter' must have been painful.
Cirucci winced and sat up, legs splayed. She had to admit, this human girl was brave, in her own… annoying way. Most humans didn’t get to meet an Arrancar and live to tell it. … Or visa versa, sometimes. Pushing those thoughts from her head, the Privaron shrugged, reaching for the snaps of her dress, beginning to undo them. “Bruises.” She said first, and the collar of her clothing fell away to reveal purpling that look suspiciously like hands or fingers on her throat. “Bites.” Imprints still on her pale skin, still. “Cuts.” The same, all over her body. Small nicks, not dangerous, except in their sheer quantity, and all in places that would bleed. The collarbone, breast, stomach, arms, legs. She spoke with bruised lips, finally done with the snaps on her dress, the torso portion hanging open, exposing her chest, but she did not blush or shy, a shameless one, she was. “This is the worst, though.” Cirucci nodded at one of her arms, the one she hadn’t used for anything yet, it had just hung. The Arrancar shrugged her sleeve aside, revealing a bandage on the shoulder, makeshift, and crusted with dried blood that had long turned brown. The injuries wouldn’t have been that bad, she mused, if she had stopped after that night with Zaera-polo and Il Forte. But then Il Forte again the last night, and that had only reopened everything, in addition to adding new. “And of course, just overuse.” She referred to her genitalia, though that had ceased bleeding, now was only sore. A smile came to her face as she played with her hair, rearranging the long waves behind her. “The boys play a bit rough, you know, sweet.”
Orihime nodded. She knew how rough they could play. She looked the girl over, not knowing how she could stand things like this, but then reminding herself that the girl before her was Arrancar, and they were much different that she. She had learned that with Grimmjow, first hand. And, that night, this girl was going to once again throw herself into the same situation, and probably need healing again. A self-distructive process, with a minimal amount of pleasure, at least she would surmise. There was no pleasure in it for her when it happened, but, again, Arrancar were much different. She didn't know what to think of it, and it was not her place to, nor was it her choice to make. She looked at Cirucci, a soft smile on her face, albiet a bit embarrased.
"I will be able to heal you..."
Cirucci watched several expressions flash over the human's face, and idly wanted to know what they were for. One of them looked suspiciously like pity. "If you would." She supposed she could order the girl around, she was there to serve the Arrancar, yes? But... she needed to endear herself to this mortal. She would need healing a lot, she figured. And it would be best to have her in good graces. She leaned back on her good arm, stretching with a wince. "Clothes on or off, Cirucci doesn't know how you heal, sweet." She opened one eye, meeting the blushing face's gaze. "Is that pity Cirucci sees?" She crooned.
Orihime shook her head at the girl's remark, turning away a little. It was pity, or something akin to it--more of sympathy, but some would take even the most sincere of sympathies as pity. She set about to begin her work, replying to the other question as well. "And you can leave you clothes on.." She blushed again at this, as another unbidden image graced her mind. "They do not need to be out of the way for what I will do."
Cirucci frowned. "Why?" She asked, snapping the hooks of her dress back into place. The very idea that this mortal girl pitied her was strange, foreign. And that she did not detect a lie or falsity in the emotion presented? Also strange. "Why feel pity for me?"
The face Cirucci saw turned toward her was one that hid nothing, what the heart felt painting itself plainly upon her features. Orihime could not hide it, even if she wanted to. She felt for this girl in the way anyone would, or so she thought, given her circumstance and injury. Though Cirucci had said she had brought it upon herself, and would probably do so again, Orihime couldn't help but feel a twinge of sorrow in her heart for the girl. It was just how she was.
The Privaron frowned slightly, staring back into the healer's face, something torn between disdain and intrigue on her own features. She shifted, wincing. "Well... if you won't answer why, then you can get on with it, I suppose." Cirucci snapped shut the last clasp on her garment, finally settling her movements with her injuried arm held cradled in her lap. "Though I don't know how you plan to do this." Orihime had been in Hueco Mundo when she had, but the Privaron Espada were usually supposed to be in the Tres Ciflas zone, and no other.
Orihime placed her hands out in front of her, speaking these words softly. "Soten Kisshun.." her hands began to glow as well as Cirucci's form, as a light connected them, almost like a beam. "I....reject." All at once, the wounds began to close up and disappear, as if they had never been there. In a matter of moments, Cirucci was healed, as strong and unmarred as she had once been. Orihime placed her hands back down in her lap, nodding. "...I'm finished now, Cirucci-san.. you're healed."
Cirucci looked down at her body, watching bruises and cuts disappear in front of her very eyes, which she had to admit, made her anxious at first. “How did you…” Her brows knit together, concerned, snapping open the top of her dress bodice and running thin fingers over pale and unmarred skin, rotating her shoulder without pain and standing, brushing off her dress and turning, admiring the work.
"Aizen-san said it was the power to reject situations...to revert things to the way they were before a certain event occurred..as if the event never happened." Orihime stood up as well, looking Cirucci's form over herself, as if surveying her handiwork. It was this ability that had gotten her Aizen's attention in the first place.. and seeing what she could do, she understood why. "He also said it had the power to reach the realm of the gods.."
The Privaron nodded, noting with a smile that her dress clean. No blood stained the pristine white fabric. That’s what it was then, as if something had never taken place- That sounded powerful, very… very… powerful. If her potential could be harnessed of course, and who else but Aizen-sama to do it? Now she only needed to endear the human to her personally. She supposed that wouldn’t be hard, not if she tried. Running her hand, the one previously injured, through her hair, the Arrancar paused before, seemingly hesitantly, reaching out to tuck a stray lank of orange hair from the girl’s face. “… Thank you.”
Orihime blinked at the Arrancar's motion, feeling the light touch. It was curious, for an Arrancar to be showing such a soft display of gratitude, but maybe it was as she had been thinking. This City. It was changing people, in many different ways, and in some ways she would have never expected. Just recently, Grimmjow had apologized for what he had done to her, which was something else she had never thought would occur. Maybe this City was a good thing for them all. She felt a warm smile grace her lips. "You're welcome."
Cirucci smiled, unused to forcing her lips into such a soft expression. She withdrew her hand, placing it now on her hip. “… And don’t worry about the Sexta Espada.” The Privaron mumured, soothingly. “I’ll have him distracted.” She needed to endear this girl to her, knowing she’d need her services… possibly a lot, in this City. And it was much easier if she was under the impression that she was appreciated and loved. Appreciated, yes. The latter, of course not.
Orihime was taken aback a little by her words. She had an inkling what she meant by "having him distracted"...and it put a strange taste in her mouth..bitter and nauseating. But, she guessed she couldn't really say anything--the Arrancar again had much different customs than she herself, so she could really say nothing about them. So, she thought of the easiest thing to say. "Thank you.."
“Mm~” Cirucci nodded, as if to say the matter was settled. And it was, really. “… Cirucci can call you if she is need of more healing of this variety, yes?” She asked, just to make sure.
Orihime nodded once, smiling again. "Yes, you may. I do not mind." Anything she could do to try and foster good feelings was no problem on her part.
“Good.” Cirucci was suddenly at a loss for further niceties. What did one say now, when one was trying to make someone think they were you friend? Make excuses, well, valid ones, anyway. “Well, Cirucci really must be seeing to Noitora now.”
Orihime nodded. "Take... care of yourself. If... you need help after..." She again thought of what the girl was about to do, feeling the pity well up again, but trying her hardest to squelch it back. "Your... meeting tonight, please let me know."
"Alright, Noitora said he's be gentle, but..." Cirucci shrugged with a smirk of a smile. "You never know with the boys." She was pulling her hair back up, tying it away from the nape of her neck as she sashayed towards the door, opening it and holding it for the girl to exit first. "I will." She finished.
Orihime nodded to her, wandering toward the door, the girl's words still in her head. She didn't know if an Arrancar could be gentle in that act, but, she hoped he would be for the girl's sake. As she moved through the open portal back into the hall, she took one last look at the girl, speaking. "Take care." And with this, she gave a slight bow, and turned, wandering back from whence she came.
Rating; PG
Characters; Cirucci {
thunderwitch} & Orihime {soten_kisshun}Summary; Cirucci is more than a little injured after attending Zaera-Polo and Il Forte, and therefore seeks Orihime for healing, not to mention thats she needs to endear herself to the healer. She anticipates further injury, you understand.
Cirucci winced, finally snapping the computer closed with the click of trimmed nails, shifting and trying to make herself comfortable. She wouldn’t lie on her bed, not still bleeding as she was, and was reclining on the hardwood floor. The Privaron liked things clean in her spaces, and her nest was the one place she could be comfortable, she didn’t want it messy. This was another reason why she always went to her men when possible, never the other way around. Her space was hers, and hers alone in that respect.
Her clothing was stained red, which bothered her, too. She’d need to wash it. Ugh. The Arrancar was extremely glad they had this mortal now. She hadn’t expected to come out so badly. The door was unlocked, expecting her arrival, and Cirucci supposed she could only wait, idly nipping at her bottom lip and trying not to move too much.
Orihime wandered up the hall, toward the room where she knew the arrancar lay. She remembered her words in her head, and why the need for healing came about. This would certainly be something interesting, she knew that. It also, she knew, may stir memories that she wished would stay away, even though recently, they kept resurfacing with a great vengeance. Shaking her head, she knew she needed to focus. What she could do was all she needed to do now.
With an uncomfortable blush, she finally got to the door, pushing it open. "Cirucci-san..?" She said this as she peeked her head in the room, looking about, finally finding the one she was seeking. "I'm here."
“Mm.” Cirucci grunted, knocking a few times on the hardwood to draw attention to herself, the room where she lay not as visible from the front door. “In here.” The Arrancar reached up to run a hand through her hair, which was down from pigtails for once, thick black waves cascading down her shoulders and framing her face, which, for once again, was not as made-up as usual. She didn’t have the strength for much sarcasm or viciousness, she was tired, she hurt, and she needed to tend to Noitora later. Plus, Aizen-sama said no harm, and his orders were to be obeyed. The Privaron almost sighed. … Well, at least the Espada had said he would be gentler than his brothers.
Orihime came in, still looking quite curiously around herself. The room was quite pristine, with nothing out of place. Hearing the noise, the girl walked toward it, coming into the place where Cirucci was waiting. She looked down at the girl sitting upon the floor, moving over and kneeling beside her. She looked into her face; the blush subsided for the moment, folding her hands into her lap.
"So..what was it that needed healing?" She said this quietly, while looking the girl over. What was the most noticeable was the bright red of her clothing, which had undeniably been stained by blood, a stark contrast to the white that framed it--the white that it spilled over like wine on snow. Orihime winced a little at the image before her; whatever had happened in their 'sexual encounter' must have been painful.
Cirucci winced and sat up, legs splayed. She had to admit, this human girl was brave, in her own… annoying way. Most humans didn’t get to meet an Arrancar and live to tell it. … Or visa versa, sometimes. Pushing those thoughts from her head, the Privaron shrugged, reaching for the snaps of her dress, beginning to undo them. “Bruises.” She said first, and the collar of her clothing fell away to reveal purpling that look suspiciously like hands or fingers on her throat. “Bites.” Imprints still on her pale skin, still. “Cuts.” The same, all over her body. Small nicks, not dangerous, except in their sheer quantity, and all in places that would bleed. The collarbone, breast, stomach, arms, legs. She spoke with bruised lips, finally done with the snaps on her dress, the torso portion hanging open, exposing her chest, but she did not blush or shy, a shameless one, she was. “This is the worst, though.” Cirucci nodded at one of her arms, the one she hadn’t used for anything yet, it had just hung. The Arrancar shrugged her sleeve aside, revealing a bandage on the shoulder, makeshift, and crusted with dried blood that had long turned brown. The injuries wouldn’t have been that bad, she mused, if she had stopped after that night with Zaera-polo and Il Forte. But then Il Forte again the last night, and that had only reopened everything, in addition to adding new. “And of course, just overuse.” She referred to her genitalia, though that had ceased bleeding, now was only sore. A smile came to her face as she played with her hair, rearranging the long waves behind her. “The boys play a bit rough, you know, sweet.”
Orihime nodded. She knew how rough they could play. She looked the girl over, not knowing how she could stand things like this, but then reminding herself that the girl before her was Arrancar, and they were much different that she. She had learned that with Grimmjow, first hand. And, that night, this girl was going to once again throw herself into the same situation, and probably need healing again. A self-distructive process, with a minimal amount of pleasure, at least she would surmise. There was no pleasure in it for her when it happened, but, again, Arrancar were much different. She didn't know what to think of it, and it was not her place to, nor was it her choice to make. She looked at Cirucci, a soft smile on her face, albiet a bit embarrased.
"I will be able to heal you..."
Cirucci watched several expressions flash over the human's face, and idly wanted to know what they were for. One of them looked suspiciously like pity. "If you would." She supposed she could order the girl around, she was there to serve the Arrancar, yes? But... she needed to endear herself to this mortal. She would need healing a lot, she figured. And it would be best to have her in good graces. She leaned back on her good arm, stretching with a wince. "Clothes on or off, Cirucci doesn't know how you heal, sweet." She opened one eye, meeting the blushing face's gaze. "Is that pity Cirucci sees?" She crooned.
Orihime shook her head at the girl's remark, turning away a little. It was pity, or something akin to it--more of sympathy, but some would take even the most sincere of sympathies as pity. She set about to begin her work, replying to the other question as well. "And you can leave you clothes on.." She blushed again at this, as another unbidden image graced her mind. "They do not need to be out of the way for what I will do."
Cirucci frowned. "Why?" She asked, snapping the hooks of her dress back into place. The very idea that this mortal girl pitied her was strange, foreign. And that she did not detect a lie or falsity in the emotion presented? Also strange. "Why feel pity for me?"
The face Cirucci saw turned toward her was one that hid nothing, what the heart felt painting itself plainly upon her features. Orihime could not hide it, even if she wanted to. She felt for this girl in the way anyone would, or so she thought, given her circumstance and injury. Though Cirucci had said she had brought it upon herself, and would probably do so again, Orihime couldn't help but feel a twinge of sorrow in her heart for the girl. It was just how she was.
The Privaron frowned slightly, staring back into the healer's face, something torn between disdain and intrigue on her own features. She shifted, wincing. "Well... if you won't answer why, then you can get on with it, I suppose." Cirucci snapped shut the last clasp on her garment, finally settling her movements with her injuried arm held cradled in her lap. "Though I don't know how you plan to do this." Orihime had been in Hueco Mundo when she had, but the Privaron Espada were usually supposed to be in the Tres Ciflas zone, and no other.
Orihime placed her hands out in front of her, speaking these words softly. "Soten Kisshun.." her hands began to glow as well as Cirucci's form, as a light connected them, almost like a beam. "I....reject." All at once, the wounds began to close up and disappear, as if they had never been there. In a matter of moments, Cirucci was healed, as strong and unmarred as she had once been. Orihime placed her hands back down in her lap, nodding. "...I'm finished now, Cirucci-san.. you're healed."
Cirucci looked down at her body, watching bruises and cuts disappear in front of her very eyes, which she had to admit, made her anxious at first. “How did you…” Her brows knit together, concerned, snapping open the top of her dress bodice and running thin fingers over pale and unmarred skin, rotating her shoulder without pain and standing, brushing off her dress and turning, admiring the work.
"Aizen-san said it was the power to reject situations...to revert things to the way they were before a certain event occurred..as if the event never happened." Orihime stood up as well, looking Cirucci's form over herself, as if surveying her handiwork. It was this ability that had gotten her Aizen's attention in the first place.. and seeing what she could do, she understood why. "He also said it had the power to reach the realm of the gods.."
The Privaron nodded, noting with a smile that her dress clean. No blood stained the pristine white fabric. That’s what it was then, as if something had never taken place- That sounded powerful, very… very… powerful. If her potential could be harnessed of course, and who else but Aizen-sama to do it? Now she only needed to endear the human to her personally. She supposed that wouldn’t be hard, not if she tried. Running her hand, the one previously injured, through her hair, the Arrancar paused before, seemingly hesitantly, reaching out to tuck a stray lank of orange hair from the girl’s face. “… Thank you.”
Orihime blinked at the Arrancar's motion, feeling the light touch. It was curious, for an Arrancar to be showing such a soft display of gratitude, but maybe it was as she had been thinking. This City. It was changing people, in many different ways, and in some ways she would have never expected. Just recently, Grimmjow had apologized for what he had done to her, which was something else she had never thought would occur. Maybe this City was a good thing for them all. She felt a warm smile grace her lips. "You're welcome."
Cirucci smiled, unused to forcing her lips into such a soft expression. She withdrew her hand, placing it now on her hip. “… And don’t worry about the Sexta Espada.” The Privaron mumured, soothingly. “I’ll have him distracted.” She needed to endear this girl to her, knowing she’d need her services… possibly a lot, in this City. And it was much easier if she was under the impression that she was appreciated and loved. Appreciated, yes. The latter, of course not.
Orihime was taken aback a little by her words. She had an inkling what she meant by "having him distracted"...and it put a strange taste in her mouth..bitter and nauseating. But, she guessed she couldn't really say anything--the Arrancar again had much different customs than she herself, so she could really say nothing about them. So, she thought of the easiest thing to say. "Thank you.."
“Mm~” Cirucci nodded, as if to say the matter was settled. And it was, really. “… Cirucci can call you if she is need of more healing of this variety, yes?” She asked, just to make sure.
Orihime nodded once, smiling again. "Yes, you may. I do not mind." Anything she could do to try and foster good feelings was no problem on her part.
“Good.” Cirucci was suddenly at a loss for further niceties. What did one say now, when one was trying to make someone think they were you friend? Make excuses, well, valid ones, anyway. “Well, Cirucci really must be seeing to Noitora now.”
Orihime nodded. "Take... care of yourself. If... you need help after..." She again thought of what the girl was about to do, feeling the pity well up again, but trying her hardest to squelch it back. "Your... meeting tonight, please let me know."
"Alright, Noitora said he's be gentle, but..." Cirucci shrugged with a smirk of a smile. "You never know with the boys." She was pulling her hair back up, tying it away from the nape of her neck as she sashayed towards the door, opening it and holding it for the girl to exit first. "I will." She finished.
Orihime nodded to her, wandering toward the door, the girl's words still in her head. She didn't know if an Arrancar could be gentle in that act, but, she hoped he would be for the girl's sake. As she moved through the open portal back into the hall, she took one last look at the girl, speaking. "Take care." And with this, she gave a slight bow, and turned, wandering back from whence she came.